Poetic Exploration of the Heart

Filthy and Stained

Discarded and forgotten
like pieces of junk
left on the beach
at day’s end
to slowly deteriorate
in the sand.
Nothing to do but wait
for time to obliterate
what still remains of
this fucked up love
Filthy and stained
like a worn out rubber glove,

I shall pick myself up again.

Photo manipulation by Christophe Huet


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