And? Poem by Lydia Martin

And?



The glass is cracked like the smile of obscenity.
Rabid from eating nothing but human flesh.
Where, is like nothing, which is, without everything.
Wasted talk of lasting futility.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,smile
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