Juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. And then they switch.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Toxic
The dark muck slides down,
It slides down the sides.
It slithers and it taints,
It dirties all in sight.
The noxious liquid of disgust,
It creeps up inside,
Engulfing the prolific center,
It corrodes till the good dies.
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