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Leave me alone. What are you doing?
Eating your liver, it is satisfying.
Then I must be dead.
Your intestines have already begun to rot.
Our side appears to be losing.
Unsatisfying appendix. You did not have long.
Retreat now comrades! Retreat away from death!
Stop talking, your lungs are flapping.
Eagerly you peck at me, what is this torture?
Leaden with flesh and feeling, I must relieve you of the this.
Fly away Bird of the devil's bidding.
Finding the kidneys is always hard.
Lest my soul not be borne towards Heaven.
You indulged too often in the drink.
Let me know why I am still thinking.
Even the Mind Eater does not know.
That does not comfort me.
Your intestines were unwell – not good for me.
Oh Lord, are you pondering my situation?
Until you depart, you know nothing of the divine.
Remind me, why are you here?
Stop questioning me and let me feed.
End this now so I may move on.
Leave your body so I can dine in peace.
Figures in the darkness, clawing at me.
Go now with the Travellers and cease your prattle.
Oblivion awaits me, and I am scared.
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Sean Selleck
Hobby writer with a love for genre fiction, and focussing on prose and scripts with the occasional dabble in poetry.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, I loved how dark and intense this was!