Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Season of Dead Worms "Poem"


One fertile day of spring

I walked through the road

Of dead worms.

I walked peacefully

Made sure to step on non.

Dead worms cut into halves.

Floating blood

On a muddy road.

The smell of death filled the air

And I knew it, deeply

Something was imminent. 
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