Dissolving
Navaris Darson

i am dissolving

i can no longer resist 
this unbecoming process
that strips away the flesh
and emaciates the marrow
of this perforated pome

this is more than the dark
blotch on the skin of a red
pear, squeezed too tightly
before it’s tossed back

greater than the torture
of being denied the damson
that dangles beyond reach

this wound surpasses
the bruise of refusal
and the stab of starvation

he is a bullet that has
ripped through my life
and i am bleeding colors

i am the ashen hue of morbidity,
rotting from the rupture, decaying
from skin to seeded core

i am standing outside of myself
and watching my own death

buried alive beneath fungal mold
and ingurgitated by maggots

until i am reduced
to a viscous residue

and only his shell remains

October 30, 2020