20/12/2023
(below are written in the same date)
Out in the wilderness
You can see it
Down the river that grieves
Past the crumbling gravestones
Under the weeping willows
Where the leaves obscure the sun
Dig through the mud
For it gives us life
See the worms go about
Uncaring if what happens above
Take off the seventh skin
Lay to rest the worn hooves
Vulnerable lambs sleep
Skin fresh for the taking
Unsheathe the sharpened claws
Skin the innocent lamb
Put on the black, fluffy fur
And sleep alone with the herd
Flower's destroyed with glee
The victims call out "NO"
The culprit cares for none
Black roses torn from stems
White daisies now have thorns
The ruckus came to pause
Loud bang came from wood box
The noise grows ever louder
"A final gift from me"
The culprit said loudly
A wood door swung inside
Newly made vessel shown
The victims watch in fear
The corpse is now alive
Take rest on stained bed sheets
Ignore the wailing woods
Put on a mourning face
Make sure the corpse died
Tell the others the truth
Tell them of infection
"The eggs in the body hatched"
You say to the others
"I could not bury the corpse"
You cry out desperately
As they listen to your pleas
The bones in your body shift
The larvae inside nibble
You did not stop what happened
Excited for the death of yesterday
I lay down on a green meadow
With no worries left on my mind
I look towards a grey sky
In it I saw nothing
Hands tear at the clouds
I see it bloom
Eyes staring through me
I hold my breath close
Waiting for it to call
And when it hesitated
I slowly closed my eyes to drift
Awaiting for sleep to take me
Excited for the birth of tomorrow