the doors are dead, she whispered
and they lay rotting and eaten by fungi and parasites
all perspective is lost, she thought
and the frame of the door was melting
the floor was covered in shadows brought on by the dwindling day
the vines grew in the windows
but had nothing new to say
she watched the setting sun
and the end of every song she heard
they have died for sure, she wrote
died without me, I'm here alone in a world with no thought beyond this wall
they don't even try to knock it down
and if they did they would be blind to the life on the other side
and she lay down
and let the door consume her
and she starved there
and then became a meal for the fungi and the parasites
and slowly she became the soil
and the nutrients
that would eventually make their way
to the other side
and there she grew
inside a seed
and bloomed to become a flower
and the lizard played at the foot of her stems |
Submission Name: Rotten
