618. The Dead Things Inside Of Me Poem by Jaden Knight

I have seen dead things inside of me
piled up high in a grotesque mound
no hope of resurrection just yet
it may be all too late

The pile is beginning to fester and smell
rotting bits are threatening to fall off
the risk of contamination is dangerously high
but I can't quarantine the area

The vultures have been attracted to the site
carefully picking through the heap
fighting over what they think are the best bits
even though they have no right
uninvited the scavengers feast
and I can't scare them away

It must be too late to bring back the fallen
I don't want to shed them with my skin
there is no hope for the cancerous thoughts
of all the dead things I see inside of me