New Poem: "Rigor Mortis"

[chaoticcliche]

(also available to read on ao3)

Fun Fact
for those who didn’t know,
if our muscles aren’t being used
for consistent
Movement
they’ll grow attached
to the same position
we left them in
refusing to flex out of their comfort zone
planting roots in the grounds of our bodies
so we become
stuck
buried with our mistakes

It turns out your mother
was right
Your face will freeze that way if you leave it
“Wasting away on the couch” is a real diagnosis
Our muscles don’t know the difference between
too many lazy Sundays
and our final
midnight hour
They’re the quickest to jump ship
when all our vital functions
cease
First,
weakness
then everything
gets still
It’s a process I know well
Trust me
You ever wonder why they call them “stiffs”?
You fall ill and get stiff
You grow old and get stiff
When our bodies fall asleep
Paralysis
makes us stiff
You get born with the right set of genes
And live your whole life
stiff
“Atrophy” when you’re alive
“Rigor Mortis” when you’re
dead
All the same words to let us know
that death
isn’t a one-time showing but a constant
guest
waiting behind every corner
for the moment you get tired
or lazy
complacent and comfortable frozen with fear or
safe
Take it from someone who knows
The minute you stop fighting is when it gets you
When you say “This is the hill I die on”
Best be sure your comfy with the company because
the first place you plant your feet into will be the plot
of your grave
Understand
every time you choose to stay still
or forced to remain
In the same place you’ve always been
You are dying

Maybe it’s why Sloth
is a cardinal
sin
We must always stay moving
to keep death
from settling in

Comments

[phyrry]

Ooo, I like this one a lot. Yes. Very real, very vivid.

[chaoticcliche]

Thank you so much!!!! <3333