fermenting
in the gradual
fragmenting
where a soul
becomes a glimmer
of former glory
a shadow lurking
in the hollows
where vermin
snapandsnarl
at the fetid wind
blowing over
the open sewer
where dream dies

tucked in
snug as bug
in a rug
with an itchy
funeral shroud
two cool coins
over my eyes
and the ticking
of doom looming
ever closer
as i long to sleep