Recognize these pea-soup
baby poop colored walls.
In such a
tattered state I
cannot possibly
survive this again.
Suffocation already
has begun;
the stale air smells
of urine and
anesthetic;
broken families and
hope-
decayed.
He is feeding
once again.
Only bodies-
only bodies, He says.
Bodies He made;
His to consume.
Shattered souls-
empty shells.
Death house.
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