Dripping with wild rafflesia, our home's halls reek,
As she walks, the stench interlaces with her, thick, fetid and bleak,
She reaches the dead-end, bringing the corpse lily to her lips,
I lurch an arm, but she's too far from my fingertips,
Now all I can do is watch as her teeth slowly, slowly, gnaw,
I'm there while her skin wrinkles like lapping sewage at shore,
Petals seep from her mouth in ****** clumps, gathering at the fold,
The dulcet caress of chewed flora blot her chin like gilded mould,
Her coughing tethers to the tantalizing ticks of the kitchen clock,
With no choice but to watch on, I stay until the final tock.
This piece is written is a metaphor for realizing you are probably going to outlive a person you love in your life and bare witness to their death. The consumption of the parasitical flower vocalises death and the speaker tries to knock it out the others hand, only to fail as death is not preventable. The speaker, after realising this, accepts it and stays, watching as the inevitable plays out
