Archive for March 22, 2014

The old chair

The wood is infested by worms that
ate themselves perfect round holes.
Imagine living therein, your brothers
and sisters as neighbours, tunneling
to meet each other on rare occasions,

eating some more wood thus creating
more space. But to die in flames, what
cruel fate, why not leave that old chair rot
until the worms move out. Until the wood
is gone and they don’t live there anymore.

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