Rotten, not broken.

You pulled my hair, every strand, now just a memory

Eyeballs melting into a puddle, falling with a “plop”

Dropping next to my wrecked body

Flowing like hot lava over the Wretched Earth

Limbs being dismembered

Sinews torn from within

Is that tearing I hear?

Of red flesh, blood and muscle, ripping apart.

Annihilated. I gasp for breathe,

Lungs filled with clouds of slug

Mouth full of worms

Nails or just ugly dirt?

Yellow teeth, Yellow nails, Yellow Earth

I smell decay:

Putrid, Slimy, Abject

First revolt, then peace

You won, yet within me, I sleep awake.

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