Yeah look, this is rough.
I’ve wanted to write more bad poetry for a while and decided it was time to force myself.
Was it a good idea? Probably not. Can definitely do better than this. However, it gets the imagery across well enough.
I hope you enjoy.
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Openings ready to keep things close
They start releasing
Heat flows through with steady movement
Sticks close to the vents
As clear treacle oozes
Sheets slowly soak
Widening the waste
Heat holds, trapped between layers
Until it thins enough
Escaping its space
Stupidity Hole 