Flies adorned my shit-stained walls like polka dots on paint.
The rafflesia's stench trapped in my lungs did make me faint.
I woke up soaked with vomit from someone I didn't know,
Then stepped into a bucket of pernicious yellow snow.
I pulled my foot straight out but then I slipped and tripped and sank,
And settled at the bottom of a year old septic tank.
I suffocated silently, my face couldn't be bluer.
You fell into my life just like a rose into a sewer.
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.