five

Static sounds of monotonic words escape the edges of your mouth with dry words

Of hate

Cracks form around your mouth

Cracking! Creaking!

Dust fall out of your nose, dried blood turned to stone

Your eyes look at me cold, glass balls painted with a brush

By her hand

Water is a myth, you dried from the inside

Now, you dried on the outside, cracks forming around your eyes

The only tears that roll is that of the dust who burn from your hate

Dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Your corpse form one with the ground you stuck on

The work of maggots show on your face

Live being eaten

Invited by the lion that feast on your pain

I am not

I am you

Elongated, longer by the time your insides are carved with the beaks of flies

Rotten stench

Vulgarity

Uncouthness

I am not you anymore

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Well I am glad you have many chapters in this... because I just find myself to keep on wanting to read more and more. I love this structure in this one and the depth of the bits of gruesome, death in it.