i dream in decay

i dream in decay

By: Sofia Chassomeris, Opinions Editor this body aches for death,  a cure?  a resolution, like it longs to rest in the muddy embrace of a grave so that the earth may hold me as gently as my tender flesh allows. she will unbind my muscles from the bone, curl her fingers in my sinew and draw me open, feed me to her soil, quench the thirst of her children with plasmas and cradle them in my ribs in the dip of my pelvis or at the joints of my limbs. …