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Art of Decomposition

Updated on December 17, 2012

Lord of Sorrows with your deceased breath

bubbled tongue and purple throat peak

under the hood of this tupperware

fields of crayon sun, the silence speaks

to the core of my apple valley

and rotting husk of my visible scars;

a submerged confidence of a woman’s well

of virtue sliced between a one trick scalpel

as wind nibbles softly at my ear

and the budding stem for the food of the dead,

skinned, drinks peppermint as a farmer

prunes my twiggy leaves that are limbs

of life for others.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      This was amazing! Really! You do such a fine job on poetry. Thumbs up for awesomeness!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      A bit gory but a brilliant way to showcase the stages of decomposition..

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      katoly 4 years ago

      simply perfect ....

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