ROT

Like a corpse you float to the surface of my stagnant mind. Those deep brown eyes, long glazed over. The auburn hair, I ran my fingers through countless times, no longer cascading across our pillows. Faded, hanging limply midst the current. I force you to the bottom. Only for you to mockingly return to the surface. Your Rot Pollutes My Synapses ~ Rot

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