On the path where I walk there is an orangeWhich lay, five long days now, moldered, more fringeOf peel and rind than fruit; acrid, citrusStink filled air, with I it’s only witness. Surprised was I no creature dined the snackBefore rot took it, yet as I looked backAt the human intervention I knewNo thing couldContinue reading “Sonnet 5: The Orange”
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The Letter by the Chairs
I knew in time you’d come. With time, the smell would come. It’s no more than what I’ve known. The smell of people alone Could turn my stomach. That odor, of salt, and wet decay Makes my flesh crawl. People do not consider it, let Alone Their actions. No matter how they try toContinue reading “The Letter by the Chairs”
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