The snarling dogs had got to it before me
I looked away but the stench was unrelenting
Flies buzzing mad and the heat beating down
Wiped away the sweat from my brow and lowered myself to the ground
The exposed ribcage fiercely protecting a still, cold heart
Dried blood under finger nails, something I won't soon forget
We only seem to see the grief and hunger that death has left
It is a fight for a life, you can learn so much from a carcass
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Vital
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list Stygian Skies and @CoffeeCommunity's Cappuccino reading list. A poetry book that trembles with fear, explodes with rage, and loves with everything it has. It tries to make sense of the past and explores trau...
