Is That Me?

I saw a shadow on the stairs,

While I was minding my own affairs.

It was dragging a bulky object,

So to the stairs I slowly inched,

Full of fascination as I cringed.

My footsteps did not reflect.

I saw a lifeless corpse 

I looked upon it in shock,

As my heart began to course, 

And a rotting smell rose from its frock.

I only then did realize  

That the body was of me.  

With blood dripping from my lips,

I lied there dead and rotting.

The sight was abhorring.

My death, from a broken neck.

By Evelyn Creon