Bad Poetry Friday

Secreting the Soul (2/5/1998)

Hell neverceasing

wounds never bleeding

locked my beating heart in a jar

next to the cow’s eyes

the pig’s brain

aren’t we all insane

sometimes laughing at our self-preservation

we can’t throw our souls away and hide

in a bottle of formaldehyde

Notes: I might have be insane when I wrote this. Or in Biology class.

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