Quietly, dying

February 5, 2011
Darkness encompasses my broken frame,

I’m damaged.

Decomposing down;
I once cradled your mutilated appendages.
The crimson sap of your existence inhabits my walls,
Your intoxicating scent gone stale.

I’m damaged.

Life flourishes around me;
You scream at me, awaiting my departure.
Like you, I too am dead.
Your bones ornament the base of my structure,
They refuse erosion, as if an option.
My weak build succumbs to time, my foundation prevails.
I’m gray,
I’m naked,
I’m numb,

I’m damaged.

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