305 Senior Poem, Third Place Rachel Miller, Branch #194 - Clinton Rot Rot, That is all you can feel. It fills your nose, stings your eyes, seeps into your skin. Rot, It devours you; the ground, the bodies, your body, your mind. Rot, Everything around you is rotting, there is no escape. Rot, Even if you're alive you rot away, soon a shell shocked body that cannot escape the rot. Rot, The only way to kill the rot is to cut it out, but it grabs you by the neck and holds tight. Rot, Humans are rot too, greedy, unforgiving, mindless disease. Rot, We all thought by coming to fight we were going to help kill the rot of mankind, but as I look over the beach; it's there. Rot, As I smell the death, watch the rot and feel the great weight of someone else's blood on my hands I know, Rot is everywhere; it is in everything and everyone. No one escapes the rot of life.
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