Poem #15
Before the smell of blood and decay overwhelm me, power once again surges throughout me. showing me i have only begun to learn fear.
Athrocon 2023, Tease Redux
Songs of the city carried while the fecundity of creation and decay filled her nostrils from the parks and promenades and burgeoning streets.
The Ancient Ruins
I let some time pass before i stood up and brushed the forest's decaying flooring off my jeans. after a final sip of water, i repacked my pack and readied myself to travel further in.
Counter Earth Chronicles Fallen Empire Chapter 52: Acceptance Part I
The station's orbit is decaying even faster."_ _"about how long do we have now?"_ bunky asked nervously. _"aa says maybe three days."_ the equine scientist said to his friend.
Hollow(poem)
Soon will follow with a large swallow deep into the dark depths of my swallow an empty little hollow shell of a man who is not yet man but no where close to being a boy he is not some type of toy even though he is made of wood rotten and decaying
Poem #16
Though in a way i can see it, the destruction and chaos, the sheer death and blood, such a metallic and bitter smell, that clogs the senses, the rot and decay. it stuns the mind, leaving me shocked in my seat.
Poem #80: Ghost
#81 of poetry this poem is as much about fear and hope as much as it is about loss and decay. hoping you'll find something within yourself within this poem. enjoy.
My Sorrows Resurface....
The smell in the air was that of rot, decay and death mixed with the familiar stench of the lich i had just missed thirty years ago.
Desecrated by Desertion
Making hir way further into the walled town, other signs of decay had set in. the door to a grain silo had been ripped off, revealing that there were scarcely a few bags worth of food left for the residents.
The End Won't Phase Me - Shadows At Dusk
I drew my gun, aimed with one arm and the other i tried to cover her ears to the best i could, and took it down in one shot, the limp decayed flesh sliding to a stop less than ten feet away.
Through Breath and Sight - Chapter 4
A rich, pungent scent of decay wafts in from the room behind him. meeting my gaze, he smiles warmly, then glances over at the cat. 'make him something to eat, agatha.' he says with cheery firmness.
Savagery -chapter 1
He had a seat at the rear of the decaying hall, at one cramped tables that filled almost every available inch of floor space. the hall itself was a spoil of conquest. that was the nature sleet's society.