Swelling poisonous mushrooms, which received its nourishment from the remains of a deceived but wealthy husband, who never had time to learn the difference between politeness and insincerity.

The loss of unconditional faith, mixed with methanol and body salts.
Self Combustion, deletion and Bureaucratic terror.
Piles of volcanic ash, towering in the backlight of a newborn sun.

Moldy books crowding among sooty pans, in which spores built their nests for decades.
The sad remnants of a vow of eternal fidelity struggling helplessly, entangled in a huge spider web under the veranda roof.

Words by Olle Gudbrand
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Written on 2015-04-12 at 15:44

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice imagery. Sounds like the place needs a clean.