the rot

this is a poem i wrote when i was 17. i am quite proud of it and i feel it perfectly describes a crucial part of my teen years. 

THE ROT

The suspiring of gentle affection

The promise given by hoary men

They gnaw on my juvenile frame that I have gifted them

My pleasure turns to iniquity

I feed their heinous desires

Chewing on my tenderness I become a morsel of flesh

Partly formed and partly unformed 

The need for comfort mutates my intention

My intention is to please

The gnawing is done and my chewed up body is left to age

My rot is food for maggots 

And once i have sustained their growth 

They turn to flies

And I am left undesirable