RUIN IT

I am rotted. I am a loser [sick lonely suicide cringe] like a fog over me there are these deep pink flesh buds like bruised growing up and unfolding revealing wet sparkling wiggly bundles. Drippings feel upon my outer side I felt flattened, thick enough just to remember. Body blipped. I projected my memories everything constructed arms and legs from memory I localized hands and feet. The sensations it was a comfort to know they were there. The dust reminded me of all else of my body. I remembered because of the pink bud belch dribbles

those lost ones busted

curdling me until I leaks through the mesh.

hands folded against the deterioration of my belly

shitting my pieces

wings spread from my back

Lucy was with cracked eyes spilling oily rainbow smears. Her hair was long and copper like wires. She wore wrappings made of cobwebs. Her skin was ashes. On her knees she leaned toward me, prostrate, splitting the back of her cobweb wrappings, arms crossed over her chest like sadness. Wildflowers bloomed over her exposed skin, meadow hills born like breathing. Bird sounds. A rabbit perked its ears. I stepped inside this and it filled in completely behind me. Cradling my rifle, I followed the glistenings of blood on the grasses, squashing flowers with my boots. I found her. Breathing labored. Fur matted. Wound glistening. I took out my knife and knelt beside her. Her legs twitched, hoofs cutting ruts in the dirt, still trying. I slit her throat then cored her asshole. Opened up her belly starting under the tits. Removed her membrane, reached in her chest and cut the cord, pulled out all her guts. I curled into her ribcage and came out the other side feeling low and yellow. Slid off the bar stool. The bar was empty. The bar was clean. I wandered outside. It was night. Everything is dead. I lit a Pall Mall long filter cigarette and kicked around rocks in the parking lot. I stopped to watch the swarming insects around the pole light and in me thought the times of the worm branch ni nwhich my body sung with every sliver rolling mass of itself. I could inch into my h inch into my send love to it fill along iits protective wall or spit the blessed  excretion on the one wanting a taste. Grew tube out and it thick and cord like  enters my hole and I clenched, fighting it the whole time. Laid eggs in me, then squirted a wad and put me in it. This way I was kept alive for much longer than I otherwise would have lived given the eating of my body. I recorded like a tape into the wad. By the time I was eaten the wad had grown over my skeleton. When poked into my brain my new body excreted fluids. The fluids were syrupy warm. Babies drank these fluids. I was happy

by David Sprehe

David Sprehe types in SoIL, US.