Flesh melting off bones

Lights flicker and burst

Body shutting down

No one there to know

Plants withering

Dead eyes stare on

No more music

No more souls to hear it

Lifeless bodies

Hearts barely beating

Everything falling apart

What’s the point anymore

Final heart beat

Dirt absorbs your mistakes

No more breathing

Just the silence of decay...

When do We start dying?

After birth ?

Or

once you stop growing?

Or

When we stop learning?

Or

When we start neglecting our bodies?

Think we start dying one our mind our minds souls stop getting tended to

Think we start dying when our Bodies stop gaining and start losing muscles growing weaker

I think we decay a little day by day

But what dol know l'm just decay...

I have handed you my heart of sheer porcelain,

wrapped in newspaper printed with the hymns of my love for you.

You took it gently.

I think that was the worst part.

You peeled back the worries,

the blatant devotion pulsing nervously,

and looked.

Looked.

You wrapped it back in the paper,

tape pressed ever so gingerly back into place,

and handed it to me with a pitiful smile.

You may as well h...

I know it when all of a sudden your face turns as creased and pale as ash.

I know it when blood spirts from your abdomen.

I know when you crumple and you lay limp.

I know when you scream

And scream

And scream

And at some point I wonder if I will ever get the sound out of my mind

It won’t.

So when I reach you

When I fall to the ground,

With tears already blurring my vision

I already ...

I found a dog skull

in the woods

It was the skull of a dog

not some coyote or wolf or fox—

this i’m certain of.

It had man’s touch pressed into

it’s shortened snout

and loyalty smoothed

into it’s rounder shape

I wondered about the dog it was

before it was just a skull in the woods

before teeth marks made their jagged tattoos

in the crest of eye sockets

I stared at it’s moss-covered form

cente...

You smile at the deer eating grass

By the underpass

You smile at the dead ones

On the highway too

Beauty does not stop at death to you

Hyphea spread, mushrooms fruit, on a body used to life and pursuit.

The earth enriched so tree spouts shoot

Dark and fresh for native roots

Death must come for life anew

P.S. + E.M....

I do not recognize myself

I think I’ve cried away

The face I used to have

——

That’s all I have the energy for right now.

I’m sorry. I’m genuinely going through the most horribly painful thing I’ve ever had to deal with right now. I don’t know if I will continue to write. Writing is an escape so I want to but everything hurts so much. I’m sorry again...

They expected some sort of excitement

When they told me everything looked fine

The monitor beeps with my vitals

In a consistent up-and-down line

But I silently wish they had found something there

Not to sound like a hypochondriac

But the pain in my chest had been so severe

I was sure I was having a heart attack

But the tests all came back clear of problems

The blood they’d drawn had been for...

In the hollows of a heart once flush and bright,

Lies a withered husk, devoid of light.

Darkness, Where a fierce heart once beat,

Betrayal’s bitter frost marksa fatal defeat.

Pulse slowed to a murmur, the beats now fray,

Each thump a reminder of love's decay.

Trust, like autumn leaves, crumbles to dust,

Promises once whispered, now lost to rust.

The heart, a relic of a flame snuffed out,

Shr...

Some see it as a curse that our world is so elusive,

Beyond our mortal grasp, where the horrors dwell delusive.

Foolish mortals stumble in ignorances embrace,

Wandering through gardens like a lonesome ghost that hates.

The foolish like to thrive in their dim witted delight.

Yet the wise, the mad, live out in understandings blight.

Assembling the puzzles, eyes bathed in ash and gloom,

Monsters wa...