Decadence

DECADENCE

First, the sting

in your nose.

Then in your eyes,

a furnace flared

To hollow

your face.

Flies above

your empty sockets.

Maggots made your skin split.

Another cow dies

from breathing

as you swallowed

from the same air.

How many days before

it wintered you gray

in this wilderness turned

Makeshift-graveyard.

How many hours

before the lesions,

before your vomit

hardens the earthen floor.

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

everything eventually liquifies and sloughs off like dead skin

[Ed Hart]

there is poetry, everywhere

[Alexis Rose]

Always poetry

[Ben Barton]

This is gross, which naturally makes it freaking cool.

[Alexis Rose]

Well thanks, I like writing about gross things. It's fun.