Hesitated long enough to speak again knowing I am being heard.
Completely and utterly absurd…..
Biding my time and feeding my mind…
Death awaits us all…unless we are already dead, which I suspect….
Are these really thoughts or are worms digging in my skull….
If I am here and I am somehow real…..my mind is desired by most….if the worms are done you can have what is left…..despite your urgency to glance at my tail and whatever parts please the eye….a breast can feed a baby…under this mound of dirt where we live and die…
