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Had a random bit of inspiration and thought I might share.
Rot is characterized by the process of decaying. Food that is left out and forgotten rots. Old, unneeded and unwanted tree leaves rot. Cotton T-Shirts, worn with age and thrown carelessly away, rot. They are exposed to the elements. Human bodies rot after death, their innards liquifying first, and then they bloat and foam at the mouth and nose, their bodies proceeding to turn from green to red in a whirlwind display of blood decomposition and organs accumulating gas, only to die down as tissues give way and nails and teeth fall, leaving only a bare skeleton in the wake. Rot can be seen. It is visible. At least, I had always thought it to be.
As I sit upon the ground, I forget for a moment where I am, in the backyard of the house I reside in, on the patch of concrete that lays surrounded by carefully placed bits of nature, to the left a spa and pool, their waters cold and still, and behind the house that seemed so foreign to me even though I’d only ever lived there. No, I had only ever resided there. Resided was a better word for it. I had not truly lived there, no, for living entails an adventure of love and life, of trials and tribulations met and lovingly shared with others living with you, of being born of pure bliss and growing up and growing old. And of these things I knew not anything of. I was barely alive. I hadn’t known the love and life these things boasted of. I hadn’t gotten to keep the miseries of trials and tribulations of the family company. I hadn’t a clue what a childhood was or even what growing up or growing old meant. I was merely a solitary stone-like being sitting in silence, waiting for death to seize me. I waited for expiry to catch up to me, for I was rotting.
I was rotting in a sense that I hadn’t understood prior. But like the food, I was left out and forgotten. Like the leaves on the ground, I was unneeded and unwanted. Like the cotton t-shirts, I was worn and thrown away carelessly. I, too, was exposed. I, too, was a human body rotting after death, even though my heart still beats and my lungs still carry oxygen. Life knew not of me and I not of it. And at once, I could feel it. The deep, growing rot clinging onto my very bones, onto my very soul. And I wondered if anyone else could see it. Could they see me sitting here, rotting away? My fingers, arms, stomach, legs, all of it being covered. I laid back and smiled.

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Deathly ins