my nails are again earth
digging and enslaved
they know I haven't worth
and let me dig my grave

my skin decays while not yet dead
my blood already clots and drains
my brain of maggots rattles my head
as worms and rats fight in my veins

each breath disturbs the frenzied flies
living in my rusted lungs
and the blinking of my eyes
peels apart old webs strung

the humming in my chest
no longer from a heart still beating
but from the wasps beneath my breast
building from this body fleeting

the silence of the night
tastes sweeter than before
the dirt settles about me tight
and the humming is no more