Author's Note: Part 2 of this, the next post will be an archival of "Interview Of The Damned", which was a personal writing project that I might reboot in the future
Warning for body horror, death (again)
Literally what was I doing during quarantine, good god
Elizabeth, why did you leave?
I still remember the day you did
If only I had stopped you
If only I had loved you more
But alas
Those are just ‘what ifs’
And now you are dead
Not once did the old man scream as they burrowed into his flesh
Not once did he cry out for help
What he did though was disturbing
His cackles as they ate him alive were disurbing
Yet comforting at the same time
After all…
When the maggots were done
And his flesh had finished decomposing
He finally felt happiness
As his flesh became one with the world
And his body reborn
As a crying child
Who had no business coming into this wretched world
They are all watching
It feels weird
I do not like it
Though it feels weirdly comfy
Knowing that someone is watching me
At least I know that if I die
They are going to see
And say it to my family and friends
The amount of emotion that can be gleaned
By looking through someone’s eyes
Is a lot…
Space what a curious thing
Constant reformations
And constant destruction
Really beautiful in reality
For the destruction is balanced by the creation of many things
And if the creation of many non-living things exist
Then it is possible for aliens to exist too as well
Perhaps we will meet these new friends someday…