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[apiphile]

Day ten
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30]

Our House Is Rotting

The malaise that plagues us is overbearing;
pathways through the once-solid geometry of home
at the joists and floorboards our feet are wearing,
insects quit us as we sink, by degrees, alone.
From this weary stench

Comments

[howifall]

'Ssssssssssssssssssss' so many snakes, slithering through that poem. The sounds themselves make it even grittier and unpleasant, in all the right ways.

[apiphile]

Yeah, they go with rot, don't they? :D