a dead boy floats atop still water,
the only ripples created by the flies rushing
to feed.
the body exudes
rancid, old milk, rotted egg
sulfurous smells,
still the flies rush.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
dead body
a dead boy floats atop still water,
the only ripples created by the flies rushing
to feed.
the body exudes
rancid, old milk, rotted egg
sulfurous smells,
still the flies rush.
