The Wrought

Silenced secrets rot inside this dead carcass

The morning rises, sun exposing my insides

A scent of disease spreads by way of wind

As time passes only a skeleton of once was remains

Yet, he clutches to my body like a starving scavenger

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Poetry Lover and Writer, Freelance Translator (SPA), and Shower Singer.  Feel free to reach out to me for any inquiries or just to say hello!

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