Shiiiiiiiiiiirkkk.
A body is split in two.
flies buzz, opportunistic for the rot.
My mind, turns to thought
Maybe I was dead, long before this.
Decaying in the sun,
I can hear it breathing now.
Grass swaying in the wind,
all is quiet, still,
save for the buzzing of flies
that sounds fills me with dread.
I hear it when rooms fall silent
Hovering over my naked form,
feeding off of my warmth
An early tomb, is always at the back of my
mind, It makes space for itself,
Replacing memories with fuzz, and fear.
Shiiiiiiirrrrrk. shirrkk.
Innards, facing outwards,
The scent dancing with the heat.
So repulsive, people turn their heads
My brain, and my eyes,
still moving, alive,
hearing, feeling, feet walking away
soon, day turns into night,
Falling into slumber, I awake in a dream,
I am whole again.
And when I wake up.
Then, I am gone.
shiii....iiiiiirk....