Spring

A short poem of little notice.

Deep intrenched with death and guile,

Gullet filled with ooze and bile.

Rotten descent, into your core

Mold and fungus, festering sore.

But in the depth of decomposition,

A new life is given fruition.

Seeds now germinating,

Sticking to the back of your throat

Blooming flowers- do us a favor:

Reach forward and choke. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

very good imagery , i enjoyed thank you