Bones

I don't really know what it's about, I wrote it in a haze

I ate my thrust of Bones and guts
And bleed for my feed of meats
Givens and musts
Which cheat the trust
Cowering under towering feats of lust
A soaring pile of husks
Lucid rancid tempered rust
Tastes ugly in the gust of trust
It's rotted and fettid in my gorge
Chasing and tracing the glare.
Enrolled on a scourge of whelps and winnies
Which break the air both fat and skinny
They tear the pair of selfish committees
From undulating undue pity

Reviews

[Nix is typing...]

I love your weird poems, they always leave me with an eyebrow raised and a smile. Although, I probably knew where your mind was when you wrote this, hehe. This one was odd but I mean...a lot of what comes outta your brain is odd, but like...good odd. But of course, I loved it!!!!!!!!!! I know we've been working on a lot of collabs lately, but I also really love seeing your work out when it just comes from your brain. You're a truly brilliant writer!

100/100

Nix ❤️

[Janesmith]

It's very well written.. brings imagery of Stephen King's works to mind for some reason.

Unsettling, made me want to look away - but pulled me in to the end before letting me go anyways