You Beast

Her skin burst at it's pores to release the sweet smell of death.
As the dermis peeled back, a new, stronger creature appeared.
She frantically tried to glue the old skins onto her new form, fear of recreation pumped through her veins.
The Beast who stood over her snarled intimidation.
He lorded her pain over her physical self and eyes begged to shrink.
Then, the teeth.
She sank her ivories into his flesh and down he went.
She stood victorious.

Life Decay

I can feel the cracks of my soul quaking
I can hear the the synapse of my brain catching
I can smell the rot of things decayed
I will stay the course
I will be gold