Dead Inside
It's a slow decay
So slow at first I don't notice
The rot
The smell
The maggots
Little worms feasting on the flesh of all that used to be good inside me.
It's all words
Words like bullets
Words like a sharp knife
They create wounds and invite all the crawling chewing things inside
Devour all the joy
Devour all the hope
Devour all the life
Leaving nothing but a shell
Animated by the chewing bugs inside
No heart
Just a crawling beetle
No soul
Just a carrion ant
Just enough animation to keep my husk moving
Too much to let me rest in peace
Copyright © Jeanette Rutherford | Year Posted 2019
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