The Fragrance of Death

Mischievous flies

insane with love

surrounded the skull.

For this cracked brain

wept crimson tears.

Beautiful lips

which frown at the sky

underneath an apple tree.

Body studded with red,

camouflaged by crawling ants.

A decaying goddess

with dead veins

under her skin.

Red on green trees

and rancid flesh mixed

with stale perfume.

Blood on colorful flowers

coagulate; devouring

where the yellow and purple bloom.

Discarded into a permanent sleep;

a twisted kind of death.

Author's Note

So I usually write poems that ryhme, but I tried something new. Reviews are welcome. :)

Reviews

[justAnumber]

Wow. This is exactly the kind of poem that I was looking for in this contest. Very dark and vivid imagery. Thank you for sharing.

[Jennika has a short att..]

I love this poem! I don't know why but for some reason I'm fascinated by death and decay so this poem stands out for me. Great job I loved the visual image I got when reading this, it made me think I was watching Bones or something like that