Rot Poem by Julia Iwanetzki

a nanosecond longer in this house
of rot and disease and long forgotten dreams
and i will crumble into pieces of overripe fruit
left forgotten and uncared

to rot by herself in slow decay
and thrown up fragments
of a person once whole
decaying in a sea of blood
with particles of ancient scars
that no one ever cared to heal

so they keep on rotting and rotting
and rotting and infecting every cell
of our bodies and the bodies
of our most beloved creations

while they still sleep inside a womb
they perceive as a safe space
while they are unable to see
the rot, that infectious rot
inducing their angelic souls
into their final
Decay.