Seasons in the end

by redxiii   Oct 22, 2011


Slice the skin to the bone watch the blood run so freely I'm suddenly freezing growing cold and white white as the snow well before the red tide engulfed it a frozen corpse in the snow a blizzard covers me head to toe well preserved in the cold like a wax statue life size till the spring when I decompose in to food for the bugs then soil blood elevates iron and nitrogen bones baking in the sun turning into homes for spiders and snakes waiting for night fall covers me with leafs not to be seen again

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