the sudden, sweet sense of intrusive paranoia

[mort_chud]

There it was,
destined for death and digestion and helplessly lost in a hopeless depression. No place
to hide from the rats when they smell a few flashes of panic and salty, wet mattresses.

There you were,
rocking yourself back to sleep. A hundred pound heap with no hole to crawl into and not much to do
but just sit back and ripen and shit bloody,

Comments

[st_blackmilk]

I was at work two days ago and received a Styrofoam cooler; I opened it up and inside nestled in a mound of ice was a fetus inside of a FedEx envelope.
They'll ship anything I reckon.

[mort_chud]

Are you serious? christ, sounds like some job you have. Did order it? Or was it a mistake. Maybe you have an admirer.

[st_blackmilk]

I've seen way worse than that, but dead babies make me think about you.

[mort_chud]

That is very nice of you, blackmilk. i certainly do have a way with dead babies.