For Macabre Monday. Since I had fun writing a horror poem last week (yeah… that doesn’t sound good…😅). I thought of another one, and it fits with previous Microdosing theme: rot. So here goes a gore-y horror poem.
Rot
Our mangled, broken fingers
Tangled together in a knot,
Becoming one in everlasting rot.
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Our torn and crippled limbs,
Spliced together in a mince,
How sweet the vulture sings!
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Our darkened, rotten skin
Slips from our bones,
The vulture knows; death always wins.
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Our bodies weave together as we lay
Forgotten in the woods, you paid
The price for leaving me that day.
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Deep in the woods we’ll forever stay,
You, me, the vulture, the moss eating us away.
A rotten union and a sweet decay.
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The MM team:
The Macabrians:
@Scoot
