rot by jake ormrod

Forgetting how to love
How to wake up with more
Than the maw of your face
In my mind
Is killing me.

I feel invalid
Alone and impotent
Your potent memory a reminder of what I can almost be

I am a tree
Whose roots are rotten
I must be removed to save you
For fear it'll spread
And leave you dead

Some dread filled you
Killed us
Because of my faults.