Red ants climb up my leg,
Heading for that sweet, infinite
Amount of sugar
Residing on my lips and fingers.
The apple I am holding drops
And falls to the ground, landing flatly.
I am on my knees, collapsing downward,
Dirt landing at my sides.
The apple rolls away,
And the ants swarm on me.
They bore into my eyes,
Crawl into my ears,
And bite at my tongue.
When they are finished,
My skin is gone,
And my white skull is exposed
And empty.
I sleep,
Relieved to be no longer burdened by the ants.
*They are full, but ready to find another victim,
While I have exhausted my usefulness.