Rotting Pumpkin

Everything's turned chaotic

Swirling, tangled insanity

Unbridled hurt

Rampant emotions

Every rock composing my foundation

Just crumbling

Crumbling away

Deteriorating

And I, a rotting corpse of what used to be

An ambitious young woman

Brimming with hope

Self-assured, confident

Now, just decomposing

Soon, I'll be nothing more than an archaeologist's latest find

A walking body, no heart, no soul

No emotions

Just empty

Hollow with unanswered questions

They carved out my entire being

As if I were merely a pumpkin

Now a glowing reminder of the toll time takes on an average person