Deterioration

by Frank   Sep 13, 2017



I was witnessing my flesh deteriorating.
Bugs, worms, and fungus were having feast celebrating my dissolution,
though it seemed I was exploding instead of shrinking.
I was being eaten in all the angles possible, yet I felt no pain.
I was not alive, though my awareness was keener than ever.
There was a sense of pleasure and satisfaction in decaying.
Nothing could interfere in this ultimate pleasure, or if something did, it did not matter.
There were no fear, because the survival was not imposed,
for you cannot kill a corpse more than it is already dead.
Death and deterioration mean: abalienating to another mode of existence!
Every different segment of the soil was taking a part in the procession of my decaying.
They all were taking me apart, enjoying my once sum of consciousness, splitting to worms, insects, fungus, and greens.
It seemed I was giving back what I had taken erstwhile.
Yet repaying was more luscious than the receiving.
And strangely so it seemed more familiar, and less throbbing, than my ego.
I was no more lonely. I was being absorb by everything
while I was turning to nothing.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Lucifer

    "For dust you are;and unto dust you shall return"

    Amazing Frank, just as you always do something very unique.

    I loved the last 3 lines.

  • 1 week ago

    by Maple Tree

    You truly amaze me.... flipping love this!

  • 1 week ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Kind of disgusting yet riveting at the same time! Very clever :-)
    =^.^=

  • 1 week ago

    by mossgirl19

    Frank... even decaying is a lovely thing with your words! I am so blown away by the brilliance of your mind here! I am just in awe, always.

  • 1 week ago

    by Mandy Earl

    wow this is amazingly written, such an interesting read, Frank! It's going into favs!

    -Mandy

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