David Kowalczyk - Suppurate

Best left unspoken,
this word contains the crimes
of uncountable lifetimes.


A fluttering of noise,
it always sprinkles salt
on whatever it is about to eat..


It is the pain of decay,
the lies whispered by
fallen leaves.

David Kowalczyk

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