Decay (NaPo 30/30)

On a moonlit night, a forest, deep within,
Death smiled his cruel grin,
As searchers mourned the absence of their daughter
And sister,
Not knowing they will have to be truly mourning
In the morning.
For peeking just out from the pristine, newly fallen snow,
Two glass marbles out of their sockets, that they know,
Were left from Death's game of marbles on that cold, winter's day,
Left to rest, knowing they would be six feet under, soon, just like her, a mile away,
Smiling all the way.
A smile that is real,
For a smile made after death, cannot heal,
But the deal, will seal,
And will forever grin,
Knowing that what happened within
That forest was ment to be, and well deserved,
Forever, by the cold, preserved
Mangled almost beyond recognition.
A cold, declaration
From the jowls of Earth's toothy grin,
How far she did fall,
Sad to see it all,
But more than satisfied to see her go,
She will be but a mere echo.
Dripping from my smeared blade,
Plasma and ichor,
That from her corpse, did squirt and pour.
A sacred oath written in the blood
That did flood
To the Earth
Showing her true worth,
Making a pact,
That she cannot retract,
For her physical form this time 'round,
To live forever in the ground,
To feed the worms, bugs, maggots, and bacteria,
Nature's fertilizer cafeteria,
As the sun rises to melt the snow
Lifting, the hiding shadow,
Allowing the decaying process to take place,
Melting that ugly face
Into a pretty face,
Showing bone, the edge of the cracked eye cavity,
Indicating the depravity.
Creatures crawling in and out of each moist and liquid, orifice,
Bulbus pustules fester, and secrete bodily juices and chunky jellies on the dirt canvas,
For the creepy crawlies to munch on,
Her flesh will feed the prettiest of poison ivy, hemlock, and brambles, the circle of life goes on.
Soft tissue, sinews, ichor, phlegm, rotting,
Coagulating
Decaying,
Weeping,
Seeping,
Melting,
Into the soil,
The fruit of my toil,
My plans she can no longer foil.
I always get what I want,
When, how, why, and with what I want.
She was nothing but one of the little roaches,
Who are beneath me, get in my way, and get in my business,
What I do, what I want...what I need, is none of their business.