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Aug 11, 2026
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Bedrotting
Satan is in the fly on the window sill, who waist for my body to die as I lay in my bed
He flits around my room and watches me
I think he can smell the rot that has started to set into my bones
Sometimes he gets impatient, and then he flies around me and lands on my knee
He tastes my skin to test if I’m dead enough to eat, which causes me to lift my aching hand and swat at him
In his impatience and eagerness for my death, he prompts me to prove I am alive
— Tatum (Tatum C.), Aug 11, 2026
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Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Rough draft
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Tink
3 days 19 hours ago
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Thank you for sharing your first poem with us!!
I found this to be an interesting piece. A perspective I would not have ever even given a thought to. I like the usage of the fly. I also like the determination of the last line!
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