dying forbidden fruit

i find myself quietly laying on the forest floor.

there's a fog to my vision and my hands are numb. 

love finds a way to brush against me but never within me.

why must i instead sacrifice my body to feed the flies

weaving their way through this dirty, fleeing mind?

my heart breaks at every turn,

my ribs sink their way through;

a new home once built fresh,

only to be eaten alive as it rots. 

a hole forms from the top of my chest to the pit of my stomach.

but i banish a future so close left unfulfilled, 

i banish a wound never healed like it never really happened. 

i tighten my breathe.

i tend to myself with the surrounding leaves, sticks, and mud.

into the earth,

i come undone.