She is rotten to the core,
Withering away from the inside,
Like a dying flower, decomposed,
Breaking down into the earth.
Unblinking eyes eaten by decay.
Her skin, so soft and luminous,
Now dry and dead, painted
With crawling black-ink veins.
Mold creeping across the surface
Like plant roots in soil.
Snaking down her cold white face.
Nobody mourns the loss of the rotten ones.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoesieA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
