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The Stench of Death; A blackout poem. Post 2.


My daughter and I spent some creative  time together today, writing black out poetry.
We then read it out loud to each other. We really enjoyed the challenge, and came up with unique, thought-provoking unusual  poetry.
If you wish to know more about Blackout poetry, please check out the link.

Here's one of my poems I created today:

The Stench Of Death

 It was a mundane Monday evening
My brother wasn't answering his phone
Strange I thought
His bedroom light was on but his door was locked
My friend broke open the door
We found him there
Slumped over in his chair
His body cold
My handsome brilliant brother 
Whom everybody loved 
had decided that the world would be better off
without him
I clumsily tried
to do something
The ambulance arrived
The hospital was filthy
Garbage strewn around, giant bandicoots and cockraches
scurrying about
This must be a mistake I thought
They dragged the body out of the van
and tossed him on the floor
of the filthy hospital corridor 
I pleaded with them
I pleaded with them again
When I returned 
there was a pool of water, blood and bodily fluids 
The stench was unbearable
The stench of death


 **************© 2019 Preeti Shenoy
kindly do not reproduce without permission
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Have you ever tried your hand at black out poetry? Or had you read any or heard of it?
Tell me in comments below :)
Also tell me what you thought of my poem.

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