It cracked my bones

It sliced my fingers

It stitched my lips together

It cut open my brain

It chewed on my eyeball

It chipped off my nails

It chewed on my ear

Now, it is feasting on my heart

And I cannot do anything

for I am already dead

my soul stands

over my corpse

watching the monster

devouring my head


5 thoughts on “Monster

    1. I am offended by this question, my friend. I hope you realize that when one suffers as I did, they pay no mind to what is being said or heard. All you can think about is the pain. It’s horrifying… You ask too much of me to answer if I heard anything the moments before my death… 😀


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