DECLINE

ancestry, inkblot art

carving
carving in
and caving
little notches under the skin
tunneling
tunneling in
and you begin to question
question
the sensibility of strength
at the end
the end
oh
oh
i thought you’d be
a howling raging thing
fighting the caging
and clawing in
sitting shotgun to Hell
guns blazing
but this
this
isn’t the steadfast beast
i remembered
firebrand
epitome of power
no
this
is a rattling cadaver
with torso crumbling in
over stalwart struts
of calcified deterioration
and glassy-eyed windows
where passion died
died
long before the end.

sanitized tomb
stiff sheet
and walls closing in
without aspect
or sense of character
over one
shadow
shadow
of a rattling cadaver…

i
i thought it’d be different
is all.

Jillian wrote this.

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