Best left unspoken, <br />this word contains the crimes <br />of uncountable lifetimes. <br /> <br /> <br />A fluttering of noise, <br />it always sprinkles salt <br />on whatever it is about to eat.. <br /> <br /> <br />It is the pain of decay, <br />the lies whispered by <br />fallen leaves.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suppurate/
