Sitting in a beautiful field
Flowers surround and make a comfortable bed for my body to rest in
A giant tree sits behind me.
A willow tree.
The field has an assortment of flowers, and the colors are soothing
Flowers grow on my skin, ivy trickles up my arm like veins in a human torso
I can cry no more, I can suffer no longer
For I have laid at peace in this field of release
And my body slowly develops into dirt,
The earth welcomes my body with open arms
Flowers trailing off my skin
Moss extracting my bones and eye sockets
Bugs, insects, butterflies visit my shell of a tomb as if it were a motel
Treating me with care, hospitality, I'm defeated peacefully
Mossy, messy, mystical
My body is beautiful.
Curves no more
Skin, no more
Rotting, fading
My decomposing body is silent and content.
Respected by everything at once and all
My beautiful image, glazed in perfection by the earths choice
I'm no longer in pain, I'm no longer in vain
I enjoy the image of my decomposing body on display.
It's beautiful and horrific.
And yet so aerial and vivid.
My wings will decompose slower then everything else
But my scales and skin, blood and guts
They will decompose quicker
And what a sight it will be,
To see me
With only bones and wings,
Moss and rocks,
Stones and flowers,
Creatures and time
The night sky's stars making my body glow,
Oh how entrancing that will be to see.
© the.spirit.in.you