Filth of the Stars
Poetry about stars, physics, love, cosmology, romance and the strangeness of being alive.
1.24.2006
maggots and apple pie
'I've seen it all already" she says with her bitter little mind,
so despite her screams,
I bury her in maggots.
You rotting bark of a bitch,
why don't your roots die already?
It's not like the dye looked that good on you anyway.
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