Decomposition
Tonight is an unhaunted tomb.
Open your window and welcome
the yellow Moon. Let it crawl through
and fill its belly with your fears.
Become more than defunct: an evocation
of secondhand office chairs,
blank pages, and arrears. Tonight,
you will die alone in your room
and not give a damn. Stand naked.
Face the mirror and extricate
these dooms of pink flesh,
to fashion something new
from the exhumed.
About the Creator
Sean
A lover of soft cheese and delayed gratification. I prefer plants to people, more often than not. Dirt is my medicine and filth a form of therapy. Most of these words should find a home among compost but hey, at least I'm still writing.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith6 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
creepy and liberating this is super cool
“Tonight is an unhaunted tomb” - love this line the most!