On my fifteenth birthday, I came to realize that the expression spoiled rotten meant exactly that. We kids were the apples of our parents’ eyes, and I, for one, was rotting from inside out.

Saturated Arrogance…she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

You don’t let a historic site rot.

Otherwise, you’re just another place marker in the ground. These buildings will rot here, their bodies are above the ground taunting us with what we did wrong as a people. Reminding us of the evil...

Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground...

I am a dumb piece of meatand I rot everydaymy flesh gives a rotting smelland people say it’s the smell of lifeand they come to meand watch me rotand get happy and upset and annoyed...

Does Ziploc make body bags? I’ll bet the corpses would stay fresher for longer if they did.

Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around...

Every beautiful facade seemed to conceal rot and ruin that I could almost see.

Guilt and fear are a kind of rot. It spreads unless it’s cleaned. And there’s only one way to do that.

What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden....