Im trapped in a bag of shit,
it burns my skin and ferments in my nostrils,
I fight the corn as its squeaky indigestible skin rubs against me,
I blink, but sesame seeds gathers under my eyelids like a congregation of maggots in the rotting meat caves of a dead whale.
I shit myself as I swallow gallons of it,
An eco system of discomfort,
My skin pores have become taste buds.
I am a giant tongue savouring, for a second time the putrid horrors of digested spam and cheap wine.
The smouldering sun unlocks the flavours from deep within, my lungs burn, the sulphurous torment entering my bloodstream directly.
The boiling soup nearly reminding me of a pleasant time at grandmas winter cottage, a long time ago,
yet these buds refuse to numb.
The vomit has stopped cooling me down, my wounds slurp up the thick juices like they were somehow enjoying it.
Evaporation, the next stage in my life
My raw burnt tongue skin,
The cracks tear me open like a living map to hell
Powdered shit, worse than Egyptian sand storms
The last of my sickly shivers turns me into the dying dingleberry tree
I think I see a white light, my pain is over
Its just the white scorched shit, and im still alive...