Author's Note: There's a bunch of edgy stuff in here
Warning for murder, parasites and body horror
I see all these metaphors
The way to open this fruit
But I never ate this fruit
I do have an outside view
Isn't it cruel to kill gently?
Isn't it better to be killed quickly?
I stare at my organs
The ones that you tore out slowly
I feel pain
I feel it numbing everything else
Make a mess of my corpse
And kill me quickly and painlessly
It's still there
Inside the stomach
You want to pull it out, but you can't
You want it to stop but it stays
It squirms
It feeds
It is so hungry
But you can't blame it
The hunger isn't its fault
You have to feed it
But it still wants more food
Your organs itch
You still can't blame it
It gnaws you from the inside
It bites and it weeps
It kills the being that is sustaining it
And it wants to stop because it can't
It continues feeding but it hurts
One hand
Two hands
Three hands
Four hands
It does not matter
I put you down in the dirt myself
With nothing else but bare hands
I put you down like a dog
You beg for mercy when you don't deserve it
You defanged my heart but you didn't get rid of my brain
I put you down the same way you tried to erase my heart
With two hands that hurt and take
You beg for forgiveness but refuse to take accountability
You tell me that it was done to you, so it should be done to me
I dig you deeper into the ground with my bare hands
With two of the hands that you made yourself and gave to me
It stood in front of my door
It wanted me to open it
I don't want to, but it shrieked
It's as if it pierced my ears
It wants to be let inside
I already saw the news
I know I should call home
But none will mourn me, I know
It's still there, it still wants in
I stare at it observing
It had skin melting off it
Skin that did not belong there
Because I saw it before
When it was shown on the news
It did not have pasty white skin
I won't let it in my room
It added mass to its body
Every time someone let in
So I will stay here and stare
So that others won't have too