inspired by "you smell of dead flowers" <3
tw: graphic descriptions of rotting and dead bodies, bugs
a non metaphorical poem about rotting:
the room is humid.
i'll watch the ants and worms crawl into my rotting body,
crawl through my empty sockets,
around my bony thighs.
all they want is my rotting flesh.
they'll bite the leftover skin,
leftover meat.
hungry.
i'll never be useful,
if i'm rotten.
i'm ashamed of giving in to the insects that want my meat,
but this is all i am now.
a dead flower under your shoe.
another dying body you'll forget.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry isn't real ☆
Poetry"i'm a poet in the sense that i write poetry. god awful poetry that doesn't rhyme or make sense" a collection of poems, tackling all sorts of topics, from all kinds of inspirations, from a writer who's sure his work is nothing more than pretty words.
