i’ve been lying here
for weeks now

my fingernails stopped growing
after reaching quite an amazing length
they’ve turned yellow and brittle
and would surely break if i tried to use them

my hair brushes just below my waist now
but it’s a dull shade of grey
and each day, a bit more falls off
any gust of wind whisks more away

my bones are frail
cracking and breaking and turning to dust
serving no purpose
and proving to be useless after all

my skin is beginning to waste away
which isn’t really a shame
seeing as it’s become a sickly pale color
and everything underneath it is broken

where did you go?
weren’t you lying here with me?

i have allowed maggots
to burrow inside my vacant eye sockets
and rats to pick at my flesh
vultures have ravaged my insides
and it really doesn’t bother me

will you be frightened by the way i look
or scared away by the smell?

the foliage that has grown around me
obscures what little there is left of me
but you remember where i was when you left
and you will know where to look

i hear footsteps sometimes
but it’s never you

i’ve been lying here
for quite some time now
maybe it’s been more than weeks
i’ve lost track of the sun rising and setting

where did you go?
weren’t you lying here with me?