I am utterly vile
My yellowed body bloats
Flesh festers with larvae
Numbers at my feet climb
Like mold on damp walls
I am like a festering wound
Filled with maggots and pus
Like a half-decayed corpse
Skin bruised, yellowed, and knawed
Like mold you don't notice
Until you bite the bread it lay on
It is not real, I tell myself
I do not really look like that,
I promise myself
But every photo I see,
Every pair of downcast eyes,
Every word I type
Tells me otherwise
I wish to grow claws
And shred my skin off my bones
To burn the corpse I live in
To **** this infested meat I inhabit
I open my fridge for a snack
But the power had been cut long ago
The meat is ridden with maggots
The fruits melting with decay
The air buzzing with insects
who make their way over to me
And burrow into the **** on my stomach
I am vile, disgusting, horrendous, viscerally ugly, disturbing, rotting, horrid, decaying, putrid, and I am running out of ways to say it. I am disgustingly human and disgustingly dead. All that is left to do is to burn the corpse.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
I am utterly vile
My yellowed body bloats
Flesh festers with larvae
Numbers at my feet climb
Like mold on damp walls
I am like a festering wound
Filled with maggots and pus
Like a half-decayed corpse
Skin bruised, yellowed, and knawed
Like mold you don't notice
Until you bite the bread it lay on
It is not real, I tell myself
I do not really look like that,
I promise myself
But every photo I see,
Every pair of downcast eyes,
Every word I type
Tells me otherwise
I wish to grow claws
And shred my skin off my bones
To burn the corpse I live in
To **** this infested meat I inhabit
I open my fridge for a snack
But the power had been cut long ago
The meat is ridden with maggots
The fruits melting with decay
The air buzzing with insects
who make their way over to me
And burrow into the **** on my stomach
I am vile, disgusting, horrendous, viscerally ugly, disturbing, rotting, horrid, decaying, putrid, and I am running out of ways to say it. I am disgustingly human and disgustingly dead. All that is left to do is to burn the corpse.
I got the idea when eating moldy bread.
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