I partly killed you in June Wholly in July The wolves didn't want you - family friends The hyenas eating your body on the front yard Their teeth haven't been used this way before I thought they'd take me away in a few days When your lungs melt into the soil When the miasma of your dead blood evaporates into the suburbs But it still smells like overripe apples outside and the maggots are already in your hair god takes sides too It's almost August and I haven't changed the curtains since you died Strung like shed skin, your skin See through and scarred - never your fault Before the murder, I witnessed the darkening of the sun But now it's here again seeping through windows I see, You're almost gone Decomposition takes time when you're part stone — Trisha . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #poemsofig #poetsofinstagram #poem #poetsofig #poetry #poets #poet #poetrycollection #writers #writing #writeyouonmyheart #writersofinstagram #amwriting #poetic #themagicineveryday #bloglife #bloomandgrow #flashesofdelight #thewrittenword #thewriter #thepoet #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #winterpoem #winterwriting #darkwinter #trishabarua https://www.instagram.com/p/B0JkEfYgr4G/?igshid=1ivot94jakdxg
