Friday, October 19, 2018

Red Tide

Who am I
Watching from a distance
I float outside the dome
Watching
Knowing
Waiting
My flesh is dead
Aged by time
I am a corpse
Flensed and cut
There is nothing inside
My flesh now simply meat
No one cares
Not even me
I am the result of suicide
A body sans spirit
Existence fled
Muscles and bones
A red tide
Of death