Seth Stringer
I take a blade to my chest, carving
And peeling it open. Worms engrave around my
Lungs, shaping their catacomb in the
Crevice, and feasting on the vital organs
I need to breathe.
Maggots live there, welcoming all
entertainment. Eating bare bones, ingesting
The intestines.
There they eat away my jaundice hued
Flesh, sucking black blood and green bile.
How they make haste! breeding and
Eating as I try to pick them out.
How pure I am.