It Spoke To Me

He lay there,

P E T R I F I E D but very much A L I V E

The moths covering his jaw, were O O Z I N G with S E N S A T I O N

He moved and danced along with the maggots that burrowed through his skin.

T A R T E R D paper skin and H O L L O W bones, dug out by the ants within...

His eyes swallowed in, and left behind... he spoke but with the larvae hanging from the roof of his mouth.

R U S T and chambers full of D E C A Y, from limb to limb.

However, I must ask;

“Are you still alive?”