I could stare at myself in the mirror for hours.
It starts in my extremities.
a chill creeps its way into my abdomen,
and cements my joints.
The bacteria residing in my intestines
dine on my organs for supper,
they blow up my stomach until I'm
pregnant with air, my non-existent baby
forcing thick liquid out every orifice.
It tickles,
when the flies visit my rotted skin.
Their steps light and playful,
turn sinister, and force their way into my
open mouth to lay their eggs.
I wait, as the larvae devour
my brain tissue.
When I have nothing left to give,
I'll pull down my lower eyelid
and let the maggots slide out.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 10:17 AM UTC
I could stare at myself in the mirror for hours.
It starts in my extremities.
a chill creeps its way into my abdomen,
and cements my joints.
The bacteria residing in my intestines
dine on my organs for supper,
they blow up my stomach until I'm
pregnant with air, my non-existent baby
forcing thick liquid out every orifice.
It tickles,
when the flies visit my rotted skin.
Their steps light and playful,
turn sinister, and force their way into my
open mouth to lay their eggs.
I wait, as the larvae devour
my brain tissue.
When I have nothing left to give,
I'll pull down my lower eyelid
and let the maggots slide out.
