Poetry Contest Entry

Dead Duodenal Destiny

~By Michiel

Glimmering dead flesh,
Circular in shape,
Necrotically infected,
Vile, rotten grape.
Touch it and you'll whimper,
Watch it and you'll cry,
It really is too late by now,
But still, we have to try.
The horrific glory,
Of an overdue suppository.

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