Scent of Death
written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste
@LadyTraderrr
pandemic victims ripe in the air
gregorian chant, I hear
requiem!
cold shiver creeps in
grim reaper holding his scythe
like a farmer harvesting his crops
gruesome sight! I wanna throw up!
corpses piled up
some sheltered in black bags
some just as they are
some trapped in an offensive fist
passed their rigor mortis
limb softly swayed by the wind
stench is overpowering
decaying greyed flesh
a feast for maggots, mobbed by flies
parasites delight
devoured by wildlife
mowed down to its final hurdle
a fate of struggle
inhumation’s forbidden
may after life be found
another time, another place
Rest in peace.
Ann was a professional nomad turned digital nomad. With almost 13 years in every facet of being an International Flight Attendant, her background, diligence, authenticity, and being a lifelong learner propelled her life onwards. Now she caters to businesses and individuals to elevate their Social Media presence with impactful content and copy, to bring them clicks and gains they dream about. She is also a humble trader, loves cooking, coffee & bacon enthusiast, and an avid reader for some quiet alone time (wannabe introvert). She enjoys being a tourist in her own country and nourishes a fit lifestyle, while constantly curating a free-spirited life to be savored.
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