The Thing on the Floor

The Thing on the Floor

A Poem by DreadfulBride



fell in place
forever present
lifeless form
perpetual decay
rotting intimacies
congealed aspirations
putrid sweetness
pestilent desires
moldering affections
withered  innocents
infant corps
love failed

DreadfulBride

© 2015 DreadfulBride


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DreadfulBride
an old man's reflection on first love

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Added on October 20, 2015
Last Updated on October 30, 2015

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