Published January 15, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Oh my god I’m dead
In my new wooden bed.
The maggots eat away my toes,
I’ve got a spider up my nose.
My eyeballs turn to dried up moss
(Oh well, no great loss).
My muscles change to spongy dough
(No more work, alas, oh woe).
The mildew forms upon my brain
(Please stop this numbing pain).
My cheeks suck in like a lemon
(Flesh and blood, such sweet venom).
The stench is like a rotting po
(I have no friends only a foe).
My skin decays and pulls quite tight
(Jesus what an ugly sight).
No chance here at all to survive,
Why did they bury me alive?


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