Rot

In the mud I found her,
Being eaten by worms.

Her skin looked like paper,
And her hair like thorns

She reached to me, with a finger of bone,
And told me I would never be alone.

Laying in the mud,
I layed down too.

I grasped her hand, and set it on mine,
Turned my head and looked in her eyes.

The sunken in caverns, veiled in flesh,
Reminded me that there was nothing left.

I kissed her softly on her cheek,
Then left her in her place to sleep.

With tender hands, I covered her bones,
With pitiful twigs, mud, and stones.

Before I left her place to keep,
She promised me another meet.

I looked into her eyes, so hollow,
Then swore, and promised her tomorrow.