the books were better when the adults liked to read.

continuing on the theme of self sabotage, this one is iffy.

do you recall

my dying cadaver?

it was once a home,

i remember.

i tear, and gnaw

peeling, molding.

my skin of clay.

unwanted etches of glory.

the kiln. i reside,

never firing.

just a cold desolate pot

char constantly reminding.

my hands,

once guiding.

shaped beyond,

anything worth saving.

Reviews

[Beren Ongur]

wow, I'm shocked by the metaphors and descriptions, man. It's really heavy and deep.
"do you recall
my dying cadaver?
it was once a home,
i remember." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?
and the last part. AMAZING