The corpse of our relationship
poisoned all my cells
and I ask myself:
Why didn’t I end it
while the decay
was just a hint?
The cadaverous tissue
made us both puke;
yet, the rot was more appealing
than fresh air
because it would mean
breathing alone.
Now I know that
when something dies
it should be immediately buried.
This kind of reminds me of someone who is in a toxic or abusive relationship of some kind. I really feel bad for people who are in a relationship like that, especially if they can’t get out of it. I really like how you use nature to describe different things.
What a strong poem. I just felt wow! nice work.