I am strangely inspired
cut because, well, some people with weak stomachs may find it a bit disturbing.
Effects of Mildew on the Face of a Recluse
She told me once
That her greatest fear in living alone
Was dying alone and lying, undiscovered, for days.
I never forgot that, and while we were neighbors I would check her window every night and every morning to make sure that the lights were changing.
When I didn’t see her, I’d call, eventually, just to make sure she was okay.
She always was.
What is this fear in dying alone?
I guess I would hate to leave a stinky corpse.
Would hate to know, if there is a soul, that I had been so invisible I could just disappear.
But there’s a fascination
In the woman eaten by cats
In the thought, the idea, of earthly carcasses simply abandoned and left to rot like any other piece of flesh.
In the idea, that in the end, maybe we’re not so special after all.
Effects of Mildew on the Face of a Recluse
She told me once
That her greatest fear in living alone
Was dying alone and lying, undiscovered, for days.
I never forgot that, and while we were neighbors I would check her window every night and every morning to make sure that the lights were changing.
When I didn’t see her, I’d call, eventually, just to make sure she was okay.
She always was.
What is this fear in dying alone?
I guess I would hate to leave a stinky corpse.
Would hate to know, if there is a soul, that I had been so invisible I could just disappear.
But there’s a fascination
In the woman eaten by cats
In the thought, the idea, of earthly carcasses simply abandoned and left to rot like any other piece of flesh.
In the idea, that in the end, maybe we’re not so special after all.