Rot

by MoraDreamWeaver

Just drabble. This is something I wrote several years ago after having a worse than normal nightmare involving our beloved Goblin King. contains a mild (to me) form of gore. I'm trying different ways of writing and I would (almost) call this poetry. please review and tell me what you think. no warnings inside. I own nothing.

I watched you waste away,

rot from the inside out.

I listened to your words as you lay in your bed and writhe in agony.

Choked screams echo off the walls.

You were surrounded by all things lovely,

I knew I was the only thing out of place.

Your body became hollow.

I can see through your ribcage,

the gaping hole showing me the rotten meat and decay surrounding your still beating heart.

How are you even breathing?

You convulse and sweat,

your eyes begging for understanding.

Your screaming now.

You want me to find it,

Find what?

I don't know what it is!

You don't want me to see you like this,

you don't want me to see you die.

But I can't look away…

We never met but you speak to me as if we've known each other through many lifetimes.

The rot has spread down your arm now.

I see bone through oozing pus and rotting meat.

I can still smell the putrescence wafting through these drafty underground rooms.

You won't hold my hand anymore,

You turn your body away from me as you convulse and cough.

I can see completely through you now,

your spine holding itself together by the stringy veins and nervous system.

Like tangled thread,

wet and glistening from fluids leaking away.

You make me leave you now,

others are pushing me out of the room.

The way is closed to me.

I'm trapped here.

I am forced to watch as all those around you take everything,

the beauty that came from you.

Their selfish needs twisting your wonderful gifts to dust and rot.

Rot like you,

how the world has made you decay.

I take something for myself.

I can't stand it.

I must find a way out.

But it's too late.