Challenge
Disturb me in 50 words or fewer
...we all float down here...
Decay
The world melts.
Each flower becomes wax,
The leaves drip to the ground.
This is just the beginning.
Death's rickety fingers reach towards you,
The talons shaking.
Blood swells from decaying eye sockets
and worms devouring organs make the skin pulse, and the corpse breathe.
From ashes to dust return.
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