When Your Soul is the Sickness

COVERED IN FLY PUKE

Flies all over me. I begin to scream.
Secrete silently. I’m covered in fly puke.

Eyes opened up wide. Squirming inside.
Body petrified. I’m covered in fly puke.

You’re rotting in your grave.
Straining, still you cannot move.
Tortured by the lives outside of you.
You’re covered.

Fly puke.