She lays sprawled out on the inclement ground
And awaits his arrival to merely find a lovely
Face declined beneath decay.
Not a tinge of affliction befalls her.
Contorted with such grace is she, with eyes so
Fawn, filmed with opaque, she lays
As if to stargaze upon the dreary skies of haze.
Never have his eyes rested on such divinity;
The serene inertia of a goddess at rest.
Dispatched by such beauty, he reaches
Out to embrace her frail and lifeless body.
An angelic spectre, so divine,
Before her flesh congeals and rots,
Remains a slumbering celestial being.
Gathering pieces of her curdling skin,
He wakes to find a discoloured phantom
Limp and lifeless; festering beside him.
Vacantly caressing the putrid corpse,
Stroking the bristled strands of gold,
She crumbles between his fingers;
Moulded fragments of her flesh
Slowly slipping through each slit,
Where is the threshold of her death?
« return.