Study of a Dead Girl #1

Gross parts still try, on their own

to survive.

I once heard of a dogs head, all alone, was skewered to a

wood block- it howled, cried, and even bit a boy while

hours passed.

after the master approached, the

dog tried to wag its tail, it looked hard

its eyes wild and lost.

and then it just stopped.

 

I might look once too

and see instead, my mindless body is all that remains.

Its my head that lay off, alone, like a part to some doll. Nothing,

only the eyes, two glass orbs and

the hum

flies make.

 

-Me

Done