laying on a metal slab smelling of bleach and disinfectant in a windowless room, my skin is perforated, as everyone i come into contact with bites down, tearing long chunks off with dull teeth. revealing a network of veins, arteries, organs, muscles, bacteria, infection, disease.
hollow and bare surrounded by shadows under a single flickering bulb, i am the worse culprit of all. allowing this act of cannibalism, participating, and laughing about it with an open mind and mouth the entire time.
watching with rusted yellowed eyes: bodily fluids pool on the white tiled floor like spilled cola, as they are lapped up by numerous tongues like surgical scalpels with the taste for flesh. gaining strength. gaining closer. gaining answers to questions i will never understand.
mysterious sounds. the pitter-patter. splish-splash. groans. moans. cracking. snapping. heavy breaths. mixed with the whispers and spiders crawling through my ears. sounds like a church choir serenading a coffin being placed in a hole in the ground.
my body is a piece of meat, and my heart is slowing down, as i pick the rest of my skeleton clean.
because anymore, im neither alive nor dead.
im just killing time.
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