Feb 25, 2021
1 min read
A Single Thread of Pestilence
a poem
My saddened heart,
a once bubbling pie,
now crusty sugar skulls,
ironic pink and joyless orange,
simmers to bare iron
and casts the reek
of rust and scorn.
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