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Terms of Life
by Elizabeth H. Smith

The symphony of rot is both abysmal and a form of beauty only seen by clouded eyes. Nerves cry out in agony as they wither and die. The blood cools, flesh sags as it lies still. The gray sky meditates above the exposed body, contemplating nothing at all. The thrum of the earth below calls the meat to rejoin it in a symbiotic embrace.

Time consumes even the indelible and judges not by merit nor intent. It only passes uncaringly, allowing all things to take the course they’re on. This life ended here as it cried out for help that would never come; all its hopes, dreams, and memories gone to the great culling of the void. The body left behind, for what’s given by nature, is also owed.

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Fiction © Copyright Elizabeth H. Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay

More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.