Kinesthesis - Half-Eaten Corpse

A peek inside.
Of your body.
Of your carcass.
Of your life.
Vultures picking at eyes, at this neck, at your lice.
Joining in with the worms, with the rats, with the flies.

Sheaves of skin pulled away from the muscles the need them.
Leaving exposed and open the meat that makes you whole.
Flecks of their spit mix with drops of your blood.
As the beaks dig in deeper and this body grows lighter.
You're torn apart.

Lying in this soiled bed.
This bed of soil, that you've stained red.
Cuts, gashes and wounds, they cover your head.
As the birds pick, as the rats bite, as your body lies dead.

Vandal of the earth, littering the ground with your carcass.

Left on the ground, forgotten and alone.
No rats, no vultures, no worms eating you.
Your consumers, they've abandoned you, maybe you taste like failure.
They have left you as you rot, left you to bacteria.

Threadbare husk, husk of a human.
Life has drained, drained out from you.
All you are now, all you'll ever be.
Right here and now, and for eternity.

A forgotten meal, a half-eaten corpse.