618. The Dead Things Inside Of Me

I have seen dead things inside of me piled up high in a grotesque mound no hope of resurrection just yet it may be all too late The pile is beginning to fester and smell rotting bits are threatening to fall off the risk of contamination is dangerously high but I can't quarantine the area The vultures have been attracted to the site carefully picking through the heap fighting over what they think are the best bits even though they have no right uninvited the scavengers feast and I can't scare them away It must be too late to bring back the fallen I don't want to shed them with my skin there is no hope for the cancerous thoughts of all the dead things I see inside of me