this rot makes a home of her . decay seethes and buries into the flesh , into the bone . that tender marrow crumbles under its sweet - severe weight , beneath the stench of grime and all its bile , bristling with dark flame within . it stirs like pain , like misery ------ but she would find a home in all that , she would make a shelter for her cruel heart . ‘ thou hast found a path astray no longer , ’ a soft and gentle thing , that forgotten ache echoing on her tongue . it burns , it tastes heavy on her lips , that small infested creature called hope , called redemption . ‘ thou wilt find solace within the deep and dark cold , for chaos shall chase thee nor thy rage no more . seek only revelation within these forlorn halls . ’
@consumecrow / † .