The Corpse of the Insect

The Insect Fallen

Dead,

Still,

Organs Dried,

Senses Undone,

Wings Turned to Simple Dust,
Mere Particles in the Air

Only a Fragile

Exoskeleton Remains

Shameless
In
Its
Wake

Surrounded In Darkness

Free
In
Termination

The Hollow Corpse Does

Nothing More

Awaiting As
Its Own Demise
Approaches
Near

The Horizon

As Reality.....

Slips.....

Away.