You humans

Poems to scratch your eyes out to

Ants, flies and beetles.

They push under my skin like living needles.

I vomit up life and feed myself what's left.

I break my teeth on the pieces of you I kept.

I'll write something special, my eulogy.

Begging for it to stop, and wanting it to get better is my dichotomy.

I'll wrap myself in the pieces of the lives that have gotten farther than me.

My human frame will melt away. Just wait till you unwrap and see me.

Skin is long gone, just mounds of screaming bot flies.

I wanted to get better, I wanted to mend every single one of my loose ties.

Instead, I gave in to nothing.

The disgusting.

The stomach upturning.

I became what I saw every day.

Only exoskeleton left. What was me is the skin I have left to flay.

I still feel you humans crawl across me.

Feeding on what's left of me.