Incomprehensible Poem by Nicolas Lusk

Incomprehensible



A shapeless mass lies before me, flies swarming in on their feast, a putrid odor fills my nostrils. An entangled web of innards, fresh. White veils gently drape the fetid shapes. A feeling of disgust overwhelms me. Who could do such a thing? An act of folly perhaps. Whatever it may be, only one thought lingers.... How difficult is to flush?

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