04-26-2021, 08:07 PM
The care home cometh
Its beige wall are waiting
the stench of boiled veg
brings up words
replaced by bile,
a vomit of each sense.
The gripped tight chest
of snatched at breaths
holds thin boned hands
that clutch at the
oxygen masks
of sucked out cylinders.
Decay becomes translucent
spread thin
as mop-bucket bleach,
laid out alabaster
on grey washed linen.
Prepared by tepid bowls
as the heavy stained curtains
are slowly drawn over our heads.
Its beige wall are waiting
the stench of boiled veg
brings up words
replaced by bile,
a vomit of each sense.
The gripped tight chest
of snatched at breaths
holds thin boned hands
that clutch at the
oxygen masks
of sucked out cylinders.
Decay becomes translucent
spread thin
as mop-bucket bleach,
laid out alabaster
on grey washed linen.
Prepared by tepid bowls
as the heavy stained curtains
are slowly drawn over our heads.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out