ENDURES WITH OUTRAGE
Damn, I got hit in the face - a swarm of
decrepit flies still oozing the slime dripping
from them. Where they were just previous,
I haven't a clue - though I noticed the
cemetery gates were open.
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If I was already a corpse, nothing of this
would matter. Life is magnified, no matter
what its ending : the glimmer in the mirror
is only you looking back. No avoidance.
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My father used to say don't worry, the
maggots are already within you. They
self-propagate from within your corpse
once dead and untended. I never knew
where he got that from, but, just in case,
I stayed mindful of my guests, along for
the ride.
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