Morsel – Gia Rossum

Under my skin, under my nails I feel them, 

Crawling, 

Squirming. 

Nesting themselves in the comfort of my injuries 

I can see the joy in their eyes as I cry away, 

In my pain 

In my sorrows 

Finding a home in my wounds, in which my wishes is for them to be gone

In which my mind wishes my body could move 

To brush them away 

Shoo them off me 

And yet, she just looks down the body, rotting away in front of her

The face unrecognizable yet familiar to her, the same smile on her face as them

Their eyes 

Their lips 

Eating away at my body like prey laying in the dirt, eyes clouded

Sight foggy, teary… 

Blurry… yet Blank