Poem Hunter
This Room Smells Of Illness
NS (05/06/1983 / Warrington)

This Room Smells Of Illness

This room just smells of illness
So take me back to the start,
These walls are made of the elastic
That hold you and I apart.

Of sweat, and grease and leaking pores,
I don't really care to know,
My fingers are elongated now
But I didn't see them grow.

This carpet is stenched in heat molecules;
Don't try to hold me back,
The aches and breaks of life's miscarriage
Start to venture back.

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