A fever,
festering in hollowed marrow,
a rot swelling
beneath the skin,
a malignant hunger.
The carcass craves—
consumes-
what’s left of want,
gnawing at the ghost
of unfulfilled longing.
She stands brittle,
empty,
a vessel unmoored.
The bile rises black
from her lips,
spilling over
in silent surrender.
Each welt a tear in the skin
of her undoing,
cracks across
her once-perfect face,
the porcelain surrendering to ruin.
The mind
oh, the mind -
how the mind unravels,
entangled in the sticky threads
of deceit,
dragging her down,
down,
into that relentless dark,
where death whispers softly,
and madness,
sweet as decay,
takes her hand.
As usual - a huge ‘ThAnK yOu’ for reading, likes, comments and shares! I appreciate every last one of you!
Thoughts today - My daughter and I were discussing her opportunities after A Levels on Sunday, I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. (She didn’t know)
She then asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up - apt for those of you I know well - and it really got me thinking… I don’t want to be anything more than I am now, I am lucky to love and be loved - the only thing I want is to attempt to give back more than life has given to me.
Love and light 🍁🧡🍁
rotten
what an apropos title! 😘
Is this the first watercolor you've shared? It's beautiful.