you promised me you would do something
important
like corspes
you smell rotton from the inside out
masked with sweet lavender and strawberries
that turns brown when they meet their decrepit home
your stomach hurts
like corspes
your lungs are tearing themselves apart
making you ready for the worms
stained fluid flowing into your mouth like waste water
it doesn't taste quite right to kiss you
little bodies strown about the concrete
they look just like you
fingertips all grey and black and yet
and yet you feel no shame
like a corpse without a heart