#2

Is this how it feels to be dead?

My skin is rotting, and maggots crawl through my flesh.

Crows are trying to pick away my eyes. It hurts, but I can’t move- or rather, I won’t.

If the flies weren’t constantly buzzing around me like crazy, it would actually be peaceful…

The ground feels harsh but comfortable, though my limbs are started to ache after a while. But I can’t feel them anymore. I’m too afraid to look- I think my arms have rotted away completely by now.

But yet my heart keeps beating at a soft, gentle pace…thump..thump…thump…

I can’t wait to be taken by the earth- to be swallowed completely by plants and to pose as compost for the most beautiful flowers.

Is this what it feels like to be dead? I sincerely hope so.