THE MELODY OF DECAY

Roaming the curious dark corners of the mind, afraid with pure stark terror of what it might find. It sank deep into the forbidden, passing the boundaries which it had been given.Each next step sure stank of insanity, very stubborn it yeilds to its vanity.
A frieze of human heads drifted into veiw, dried with taut grins and shrunken eyes, perched on wooden poles with pale tongues hanging out. Some are tattooed with targets and runic slogans, some are skinless with signs and words inked onto them. One has suture marks etched on it, like a blueprint for an assembly. The gaping eye-holes so dark, contrasts against the gleam of the smooth polished skulls reflecting in the harsh brightness of the afternoon sun.
The wind went in sync with the brown sand forming dust which in turn blows west leaving its signature on bones, dried gut and whatever remained of the maggot-ridden bodies. Silence so loud, it reverbrates in the landscape, echoing all the way to nothingness. Weight of the surrounding emptiness became heavier.
A snap!...the sound of a bone yeilding to decomposition shattered the glassy decorum thereby unsettling different species of feeding flies…there they go…angrily, perhaps delightfully humming a perfected chord over the buffet spread in their wake while the maggots squishes against each other and the rats scurry away at their own pleasure delivering a weird kind of percussion, thus blessing the scenario with a trio…the melody of decay.
Souls unseen, dances and drifts to the unknown, what becomes of them equally unknown.