THE FINAL installment of my mini-series of prose poetry. Sad. But I’m going out with a bang–this week’s theme is DEAD THINGS! Enjoy my sweetly sadistic poems. Ur Welcum.
Sometimes, when walking through waking woods, one stumbles across a rotting log. It’s broken and blackened in places, and covered in the littering of the forest floor in others as the Earth is slowly pulling it under. Funny thing is, a host of living survive off the corpse. Maggots and other vulture-insects feed and thrive upon the back of the dead. I see both sides.
xoxo Tessa Rose ❤