Sweetrot

Mortally Heart-shattered,
bleeding from wounds you authored,
Your magnum opus
Mold grows in spaces where love did once
Insects gather and feast
it’s sweet rot pervades my senses
And I wonder
When my time comes to soar
Will I fester?
Afraid of this life’s fast approaching decadence before
I’ve mixed and made magic of it?
My stiffening heart made un-malleable by yours
My tongue, longing for saccharine morsels
Savors only ash and dust
The morsels you have brought me
In a box labeled
“I love you, I’ll never leave”

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