Decay

i feel it's effects on my body as i sit in this broken casket

i feel the permanent yellow stains on my teeth as my mouth is sewn

i feel the white spots on my brittle nails as they are painted over

i feel the splits in my hair as they are cut away

i feel the dry skin on my arms they are scrubbed

i feel the thick lines on my legs as they are shaved

i feel the rott and mold grow inside me as i realize i can't be fixed in this broken casket suffocated by dirt, dust, infection, and chemical.