flesh rotting, leaving no trace giving to death’s embrace, maggots consuming it all devouring at the recall of the words i never had the courage to say, and that yearning for a love lavished on me, a piece unfinished— to have a feeling to share. despair devours, i lay bare still, to hold one, they decree is as blessed as can be— yet, fading to memory is this lonely reverie. to disburden the harrowed grief sunken deep in my throat; drown in the coldness itself of a taste made of thyself - kei 2026.10.3 to my fear of dying with regret (I might starting posting more poems considering my laptop is highkey tweaking so I can't make proper projects)
