Rot

So I heard her, in the gargled expression that comes from a larynx negotiating its relation to the sinuous grasp that once held it in place. Unable to find the melody that fired in what remained of her mind. Hunger raged a midst a murky hollowness where once her name resided. She reaches out to me, whilst approaching with a crippled stride, her body fighting to remain in motion. No more tears fall from her eyes, nor shall her face ever smile back at me. The world hangs in screams and flames behind her. In jerked decay the space between us barreled. Her lips sliding past the steel. Her winter skin forced against mine. She fell into me. It was not long before I surrendered to the sinking wormth, as I too was no longer able to scream.