Suppurate Poem by David Kowalczyk

Suppurate

Rating: 4.3


Best left unspoken,
this word contains the crimes
of uncountable lifetimes.


A fluttering of noise,
it always sprinkles salt
on whatever it is about to eat..


It is the pain of decay,
the lies whispered by
fallen leaves.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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