One plus one
does equal three,
the cumulative reward
Melodic syllables
form musical composition.
Word sings.
Letters' colour spectrum
against a white backdrop,
font promotes aim.
Sense of shared purpose
of the whole, by the whole.
Pride in communal achievement.
the deer died with her eyes open
which means she watched herself
become field
something permeable
I found her on the third day of autumn—
found autumn wearing her decaying hide
like a hand-me-down dress
the flies had already written their poems
in the metaphors of her throat:
small black punctuation, multiplying
I wanted to close her eyes
but my hands passed through
what I once believed was boundary
later the biologist told me
decomposition is just the body
finally telling the truth
about how many selves were always
inside you waiting to be released—
even the child who never grew old enough
to be revision
now when I say I, I mean the forty trillion
bacteria who call this dirt-body home
I mean the deer
the flies
I mean the light
that passed through her
and landed here
in this poem
which is just another way of being eaten
which is just another word for love
by the porous self
DECOMPOSITION
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In a way, the song ‘Smitten’ was wrong
Written to play, and not to throw away
I know many verses made it grow long
A strange key to choose for one to use
And arrange it to land from B flat to A
Yet harmonies that please, admit to lose
Tossed on the fire as the muse was lost
I’d say, a fitting end to excuse the day
A guitar, no bar to admitting the cost
As I succumb to the wounds you've inflicted
gasping for air, for life,
eyes bloodshot, cheeks wet,
Will you love me then?
My cold, bloodied body will lay lifeless in your bed,
my crimson seeping into the sheets.
What will you do?
Surely you'll have to wash those sheets
lest your next lover discovers.
Three seasons have passed.
Now we both lack humanity.
How many ribs can you see?
Eyes lie awake, they can see you too.
Is that Pterostichus nigrita?
Perhaps madidus?
I have become their vessel,
they are ravenous.
What I once studied,
is pleased to have me on their plate.
Whilst my flesh may be stripped away,
my eyes will not.
They have seen what you have done to me and
once nothing remains.
Will you love me then?
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
broken down deeper than a trench,
torn and ripped from feeling,
numb and frozen cold,
alive, yet barely breathing,
screaming, yelling, yet wont escape those lungs,
slowly the kerosine pours through your teeth, soon infects the body,
so set her alite, she'll take her last breath,
she screams: set me free, ****in just cremate me,
Down to every last drip, put me out of this pathetic bliss,
wont hurt except a minute, then slowly fade away;
Never fear hurt again, you see,
cause to hurt a body must be living;
breaking down every inch of her body,
burning and aching, as time counts itself,
first quickly becomes second and third degree burns,
laying half alive,
decomposing is all she knows,
bones break and shatter,
marrow turns black, then all over her suddenly cracks
her heart stops, as if there's no life,
only ashes to reminisce upon,
set them alite also,
she said no trace of her left,
gone as if she never even appeard,
becomes a figment of imagination,
dont bother thinking of her,
her existance has disapeared
I watched her from the mirror,
I put the blade inside her palm.
“Come on you can do it sweetie,
let’s watch you decompose.”
My reflection is smiling,
Pure animal, lupine,
the eyes that mirror my own;
caught in the moon’s shine.
Glint along the metal, poised
just above my wrist, again
she is whispering. “Don’t you be
afraid.” Her hand presses
against my own, “I can make it go away.”
The tension builds, just before surrender
her eyes are burning; the reflection,
no, she is not me. She takes the
blade, bites in, I guess I will never know.
“Let me watch you decompose.”
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