Maggot

It’s been 3 days since you died,

i crawl over you, in every curve.

Your skin isn’t soft anymore,

even if you’re stiff and cold.

Ill live from you all the same.

 

You are a decaying corpse

and im the maggots

digging into your skin,

feeding off your flesh.

 

Ill devour every part of you,

down to the marrow. 

I’ll consume your brain,

ingest your memories, your passions,

just so i may understand you more.