Experimenting with gross. Enjoy, and please comment.

they came

in the back

freed smoke and fled

leaving

the bullet

in the front

just below his left eye

blood poured

from one nostril

small hole

in front

nothing left

in back

slid to the floor

slipped into the darkness

of his own blood

head rolled to stop

eyes staring

unblinking at the

dead rat

under the table

behind the door

sewn to the floor

with cobwebs

its belly bulging

with feasting life

its puss-puffed eye

locked with his

and burst

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Thanks for reading and please comment!

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Comments (4)
  • Darla Cooke on Sep 21, 2009

    Very descriptive poem.

  • sandie on Sep 21, 2009

    different.

  • ashan1614 on Sep 21, 2009

    I think you managed to capture gross, just fine. :D

  • Lostash on Sep 21, 2009

    Gross is good mate!!!

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