“Your stench disgusts me,”
I say
As I glare down upon you,
This rotting flesh
Attached
To my pulsating tarsal.
Your decaying corpse replies
Defiantly,
Lashing up at me
With a heartless, half-tooth smirk.
I search for answers
Amidst your piercing sockets
Pitch and void,
While your meatless appendages
Scrape
My shadow.
I hate you,
Again, dragging me
As I vainly attempt
To restore your
Icy clouds of breath.
I will hate you,
Still, frantically clinging to your calf,
Despondent,
Driving my soul up at you.