i am rotting.
my body is adhered to my deathbed,
a breath barely escaping my lips,
goosebumps covering my flesh.
i shiver, my eyes hardly open,
as i wonder if it would be easier to just give in.
but it doesn't matter, because i am decomposing.
i am here, but i am falling.
i am light.
the world is mine for the taking.
i am ravenous, clawing through days with a smile,
glitter coating my skin.
i laugh, looking up and facing the sun,
basking in the glory of being alive,
and today i am glorious, because i am light,
and i am here, and i am rising.
YOU ARE READING
escapril 2020
Poetryi did not successfully complete this last year lmao so....round 2? a poem every day in april
