Rotted

Black liquid poured out of her, seeping through every pore. It dripped from her ears and eyes. It dribbled its way out of her mouth. The ground around her was permeated by it, flooding the soil underneath and crawling its way into the ecosystem.

Surrounded by blooming flowers with soft petals that kiss your heels as you would walk, she laid there. The grass sprouted between limbs and fingers, branches twisting around arms and legs, sprawling among her limbs. The insects danced from plant to plant. Unaware that their fertilizer lay right beneath them.

A poison, rotting carcass, sure to destroy the plants that lovingly curled up to her, and the insects the swirled and stirred above her lifeless and heavy head.