Rot

wrote this for a literature class a long while back, and it was the first poem i had properly written, and the first one i ever shared with anybody! miss that class and the people in it like hell.

Eradication is inescapable.

The imminence 

is my greatest indulgence. 

Wound. 

Blood drools from my lips like red honey. 

The air thrusts its talons into my stomach.

I tear myself apart from the inside out. 

Rot.

It feels gratifying to scream. 

My teeth are bared. 

My tongue is dry. 

A pleasurable discomfort washes me clean. 

Fester. 

I stare down the antiseptic. 

I do not reach for it.

Bells clang in my jacked-up skull. 

It is a quiet declaration of 

peace. 

Decay.

My flesh is a saccharine sour. 

My bones are moulting. 

My skin starts to melt,

slobbering from my forearms. 

The nature exalts the trail I leave behind. 

I bite at the dust. 

It tastes good. 

Examine my guts, 

please. 

Tell me what you find. 

The horror 

of my interior is 

appealingly 

appalling.