She lays in the deepest part of the Pennsylvania forest, an area known by some as "God's country".
Her once deep, green eyes now see nothing, the rotted empty sockets given an insect facetted gaze.
"They"found her and made her their domain, refilling her slowly over the years with the life I had taken,
feeding on what she offered as her corpse lay rotting amidst the dank soil and moss. A tree has overgrown her
fleshless cage. No longer is there heart imprisoned within, lungs made convict. Maggots and worms set
them free long ago when she was lordess of corpse flies, but like so many others, they left her, taking what
they would, and leaving her nothing. She lay unmoved, unfeeling, unloved, unwanted. I cried for her then,
laying my head upon what had once been her ample breast, breathing in what had once been her sweet
perfume that still lingered in my memory if not on her soft, white skin.
She sleeps silently, saying nothing of what others have done to bring her pain, forgiving all trespasses.
Her once perfect lips speak not a word, her open mouth frozen in a soundless hysterical laughing madness.
"They" listened and quieted her fears forever, relieving her pain that I had caused, making her a part of
themselves as her bones settled slowly into the earth and decay. Fallen leaves have blanketed her now
expressionless stare. There is no more horror upon her shining face, no tears shed. The rodents tore those
from her ever so callously some time ago when she was queen of rats but the snows came and she could
offer them no shelter. Leaving behind the marks of their gnawing they left her. Again she was alone. She
lay cold, lifeless, frozen, dead. I wept for her loss, kissing her brow, running my hand through her once
radiant, auburn hair, feeling the warmth of her that no longer fills me except in my fevered nightmares.
She rests in peaceful slumber now, all pain a far away memory, loneliness forgotten as if it were only a
dream. Her still, gentle fingers touch all things, her body one and renewed with the life of all that is this
place. "They" touched her and made her their world, taking her as their one and only that I had wanted,
loving her as I could not as she held them in her gentle embrace. The tree had surrounded her with the seed
of it's love. But the seed lay barren, their tiny roots finding no hold in the earth I tore them from in my
jealousy not long ago when she was my warden of pain but She only looked at me in silence, pity, indifference.
I begged her forgiveness down on my knees too close to her thousand eyed stare as I kissed
her stinging lips and lost all feeling in her hellish touch as she stole away all that I had taken from her.
I cry out, silently, forsaken in the deepest part of the Pennsylvania forest, an area known to me as hell.
My once clear, blue eyes see nothing, the swollen, tear filled sockets blank, hollow, darkened pools of filth
and disgust. She touched me and made of me her sustenance, her seed feeding upon my body as it seeps her
venom upon the earth, frozen in her terror she was so kind to return to me. Barren and empty, the earth
around me has overgrown my still beating heart, my shallow breath. No maggots feed. No worms will have
me. "They" succor upon my still living corpse as she watches over them all, a Goddess of wasps.