Decay

The grave welcomes you with open arms.

Last light escapes

last breath remains.

Circling the body

brushing passed the skin and bone.

It cradles you

your holy manger.

Born into ruin

we feel withdrawal.

Death is your procreator

your predecessor.

From your decay grows a beautiful garden

The stalks caress your failure

and the petals bring you closer to eternity.

Pray for your rebirth.

Pray for your chance to bloom.

The heart starts and stops

the mind disconnects.

As flowers

we grace the earth with our presence.

The tide rises and turns

and we simply expire.

Over-saturated

our lungs fill with the essence of the universe.

Until we feel the gentle kiss of dawn draw the water from our lungs

and we can breathe easy.

Like night and day

we have never met. Aching for one another

we aim for congregation.

You are my prey

you are the martyr.

The blight takes it's toll and our bodies grow black.

Wilted

we fade away. Rotted from the root

we exchange our stem for legs.

We blossom into our bodies

and the process has been reset.

Welcome to your new home.