Shadows from the light, reflecting off of bones of fingers, my mouth has been chomping the dark full of insects. My drool turns dirt into mud. the flowers growing off of the corpse look so wonderful, but weeds grow where her neck should be. Skin is almost dirt from mouths of maggots and worms eating and then shitting flesh out. Head is mostly smashed pieces of bone with pus and brains pouring out. The phone rings. I don't answer it. I want to take pictures of my dogs collection of feet he has been chewing up. I forgot where those extra pair of dismembered torso came from. So I put them behind the dumpster out back for those fucking huge rats I'll shoot. I'll rape them and cook them for my relatives. But the ass of the torso looks too tasty to waste on rats. I now grow hungry. So I chopped ot up eith my pocket knife, eating the whole thing.