If I wait long enough here, I’ll start to rot.

My skin will slowly wilt and cave in

and my glassy eyes will shatter?


If I stand here long enough, the vines will climb,

climbing up my brittle skeleton

which slowly bleaches in the sun?


If I sit waiting here long enough

even my skeleton will crumble to dust and ash,

leaving nothing left of me on this earth?


If I fade away,

then will the memories made this home,

Inside of me,

once upon a time; everything

become nothing too?