#goo
AH ! Choo ! My haiku !
I just blew the words away
Keep them , they're yours now .
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
Each day, my rotten flesh
Is being picked away.
The scabs blossoming
With their rosy red smiles,
So crystalline
And bright.
And as I shed my winter coat,
The sad mass of green goo,
A figure, raw and sick,
Is left behind.
From thick
To thin.
Now ******
And bare,
Somehow this spring breeze
Is more like poisoned air.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC