2011
03.08

A Poem of Sorts

Disgust fills the void in my gut where you once crawled in and died

And I have no displeasure in missing it

For, I cannot feel a thing.

Numbness washes over and encompasses me in its icy chill of non-being. 

An eternity to remain, this time.

To feel… what an intriguing concept that must be!

to a low-level species as thus…

as if worms that crawl on their bellies could ever find such a thing as a red, ripened heart…

 beating within them…

where there is none.

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