Saturday, April 18, 2020

Round and round

Round and round she goes, where she stops, nobody knows.
down, down, down, spiraling downward
swirling in a whirlwind
up and down, round and round
feelings caught up in a merry go round.
emotions on a roller coaster
vultures diving in and out, picking away the decay of her life.
rotten stinking flesh, peeling way from the bone
leaving it bare and white, naked
splinters are everywhere, piercing her skin, cutting away her flesh.
flesh that peels so easily, lays back and moans.
memories are like maggots, rummaging thru her brain
eating her alive and laying more eggs to produce
a never ending cycle of pain.
roaches roaming over bare meat, fragile flesh, searching for a bite.
a nibble, scurrying here and there, never seeming to tire.
somewhere a voice cries out for help
but no one listens
can't seem to kill the maggots or stop the roaches,
can't seem to care.

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