This isnt a poem, but I figured I'd put it with the rest of
my writing. It isnt finished.

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I awake, lying on the morning dew dampened grass. Fear
envelops my confused and dismayed mind as I ponder my
aberrant situation. My naked flesh is bare and cold, and
purplish blue from the biting winter air. I cringe as the
flesh eating maggots and loud buzzing flies engulf my eye
sockets. My stomach turns as my nostrils are filled with the
scent of rotting flesh and clotted blood. My arms are
teeming with a wide array of disgusting bugs; cockroaches,
centipedes, worms, and leeches. I feel the nibbling of teeth
on my toes accompanied by the soft fur of what I guessed was
a rat on my ankle. I attempt to lift my head; to see what I
knew was already there. My attempts are unsuccessful. I
frantically try again to move any part of my body that my
mind would so kindly allow. I struggle to shake my arm and
expel the dawdling insects, and I fail. I make a bid to
raise my leg and kick away the gnawing rodents, and again I
cease to achieve my goal. I let out a blood curdling scream,
instinctively trying to call for help, only I hear nothing.
Suddenly a man appears, standing directly above me. I feel
an overwhelming relief drown the fear that engrossed me only
moments ago. I secretly scold myself for being so abrupt
with my unnecessary childish fit. He stands droopily looking
down as he studies my disrobed body. I wait for him to
speak, to ask if I’m okay. I wait for him to offer me a
hand, to help me move, or to call for help. I demand my mind
to allow my mouth to speak, to call out to this man and ask
for help. I want nothing more than to kick and scream, and
force this man to awake from his drunken daze. He rotates
his head to look behind him, and turns to walk away. Defeat
and sadness consume me as he leaves me lying on the putrid
ground.
Moments later the pendulous man returns with a disconsolate
woman on by his side. She holds a handkerchief to her face,
seemingly protecting her eyes from the sight of my
dilapidated body. As she slowly lifts her head to gander at
my bedraggled figure my eyes recognize the grief stricken
face. Desolation wallops my heart impetuously.