a poem about how i'm feeling

[zoochosis]

i'm pretty sure my entire body is rotting
i'm breaking down into compost
i don't have much time left as a separate part of earth
pretty soon i'll be a patch of soil, trod upon in death as i was trod upon in life
if i could do things differently, there's only one thing i would've changed
i should have signed up for match.com instead of eHarmony