Corpses
It won’t be long before
everyone begins to strip themselves
of their own humanity.
It will begin with the hair.
Cutting it down to the follicles
until it is almost non-existent.
Then it will move to the nails.
Plucking and cutting and biting
until our fleshy fingers bleed and our toes rot.
Next, it will be the skin.
Peeling ever so tenderly and folding off our bones
until we’re nothing but internal organs.
Now, bring death to our nerves.
Ever so carefully, we string out the nerves from our insides
steadily taking away our ability to feel anything at all.
Soon, it shall become the organs.
Eyes being scraped out with spoons as
our stomachs quiver from being held in our stinging hands.
After that, it moves to the muscles.
Pulling them from our bones
until we are no more than mere skeletons of what life once was.
We lay there,
lifeless piles of bones and teeth
as our flesh and organs decay beside us,
All for the hope that eventually,
others would see us for our merit
instead of what they perceive from our surface.
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