i will rot for you
“I hope you rot,” you said to me.
Well, now you see, you’ve won;
My bones have all but turned to rust,
And time slowly withers away at my skin.
The weeds and bugs pour from every crevice;
Bees buzz around my face
To drink from the flowers born out of my eye.
Slowly, I surrender myself to the earth—
So I can rot, just like you said.
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