15/11/19

Together we wither.
Desperate dysfunctional symbiosis.
Roots wreathe mutual asphyxiation
But we bloom brief, bright
Necrotic ecstasy.
Our small deaths assure me that I’m alive.

One thought on “15/11/19

  1. Oh am touch by this poem. this blew me away. Thank you for taking the time to share these poem through these words.

    These words are painted in truth, experience and perspective. I especially love how you started it and how you ended the poem. Beautifully written and as I read through again on each line I was amazed . Each words you used are true

    This produced a smile on my tired face after a long day. You’re appreciated.

    You are welcome

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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