Decompose

Decompose

Tripped myself up
death on my leg
within the grip
resurrected
Darko’s easter sunday
pursued by the dead
biting at my neck
tasting aorta
I remember that time
that place
I remember, you
when my memories contract
-corrupt
tainted saint of vain
-martyr
they’re back
the dead
claw my back
your breath on my neck
they scarf and swallow
soft lips taste me
feast upon me
soft whipped cream release
gobble up
have a meal
my zombie like memories
and me