That lingering scent of death in the air
The smell of decay
Where is the carcass?
Is it an animal?
A human?
No it is just me
For I myself is just as corrupted as a foul smelling comatose creature
Forgive me for being simply
Me

Tonight I will sleep on my fragmented thoughts
that my anxieties found too delicate to embrace.

Crushed by nature and neglected from nurture
I'm not one to hoard but my head must rest.

Is it so wrong for a woman to caress her melancholy
as tenderly as she does her lover?

These pieces of madness once smelled so sweet
like the roses I've kept from years foregone.

I crowd my mind with scraps of death
to remind myself that what is dead, is never gone.