Decay & The After

 

In my own journey away from life, 

all I can ask for is a falling apart that is proactive

 

let my eyelashes blow from my face

like a dandelion, let them fly, let me fly

 

let me pretend where they land, 

I will have more opportunities to grow

 

let my nose melt into anthills

to make my body home, no, many homes

 

let maggots bleed from my cheeks,

dripping from dwellings of their own creation

 

let my hands turn to mouths turn to ash

let my lifeline speak before I combust

 

let my body be 

and be

 

and be

until it isn’t

 

until it all falls apart