The Blade

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.