Decay

a tingle circulating through muscles
the breath of rot lingers in the air
she opens her cavernous tissues
releasing a gale of putridness, the ages
of envy and ego residing deep in the fleshy folds

a dull light, blandly come across the eyes
her narrow and pale lips stretch
around the yellowed tinged teeth
as peace settles on the dawning day
she prolongs her inhalation and exhales
revealing all that decomposes

in the depths of her plotting
she caresses her snaking yellow hair
as the odor of decay exits through her nostrils
a struggle to breath from a different angle
attempting to evade the circulating stench
of an Earth bound cadaver
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