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Everything rots, doesn’t it? Watch with me, dear reader This petal falls from the rose Your body starts to decompose Another petal falls Maggots burrow into your brain A Panther tears open your chest All of your organs are devoured hastily Not to be put to waste A third petal is blown by the wind Your skin starts to peel revealing marvelously white bone a small sprout grows up through the ribs and shows itself to the sun The fifth and sixth petals fall together The rain brings forth a flood washing away the dirt and leaves only your skeleton left behind A curious dog takes your femur as the seventh petal falls You are rudely moved from the forest floor to a dark room They give you a name The eighth petal falls They put you in a box The sun no longer shines on the sprout and it too wilts cries of people surround you as you are then dropped into your grave The rose decomposes, just like you. The box doesn't last long And your bones finally are given a rest As they crumble into dust Dear reader, you see, Everyone rots.
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Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
Wilted Rose
Everything rots, doesn’t it? Watch with me, dear reader This petal falls from the rose Your body starts to decompose Another petal falls Maggots burrow into your brain A Panther tears open your chest All of your organs are devoured hastily Not to be put to waste A third petal is blown by the wind Your skin starts to peel revealing marvelously white bone a small sprout grows up through the ribs and shows itself to the sun The fifth and sixth petals fall together The rain brings forth a flood washing away the dirt and leaves only your skeleton left behind A curious dog takes your femur as the seventh petal falls You are rudely moved from the forest floor to a dark room They give you a name The eighth petal falls They put you in a box The sun no longer shines on the sprout and it too wilts cries of people surround you as you are then dropped into your grave The rose decomposes, just like you. The box doesn't last long And your bones finally are given a rest As they crumble into dust Dear reader, you see, Everyone rots.
Heavily inspired by 'Amanda the Adventurer' and her monologue on how everything rots.
#rotting#death#narrated
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16/Gluttony, Hell
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
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