You are the worm, and I am the apple.
You eat me out of life from the inside out.
People can’t tell
because you hide it so well,
killing what they can’t see.
But it’s what you do to me,
and I won’t let you forget.
I’ll follow you as your silhouette.
I’ll drag you down as I die
despite the crimes you deny.
You are the worm, and I am the apple.
My rotting flesh feeds your soul.
People can’t tell
because you hide it so well,
terminating joy unopposed.
But it’s over, store’s closed!
You can’t creep around
anymore without sound.
Now, they can see you, too,
but I’m gone, washed away by the river.
Author notes
Ophelia the Obedient dies. I, the backbone of anger, lives.
Comments
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dark... a somewhat morbid take on the prompt, but clever, indeed... very creative, very intriguing...
"You eat me out of life from the inside out."
the phrasing of that line seems somewhat awkward to me... I am not certain how it should be rephrased...
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Thanks for the applause! I tried to replace "You eat me out of life from the inside out" with "You eat my life from the inside out." Does that sound better? Hmm...any other suggestions? Thanks again
Jen >_<
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