Consuming

Teeth tear, rip, pull at strands of fat and muscle still attached. My head pulls back leaving gaping holes and strands of intermittent flesh. The agony; the piercing, unbelievable, dull pain hurts so very much. The flesh just consumed burns and boils and spreads in my gut, threatening me to puke it out. Yet I still have my bones to eat.

So it goes for hours, slowly taking care of my arms, and fingers...my feet and ankles. Each bite stings ever more, till the rage and pain cause my tears to leak what blood I have left. Why am I still alive? Phantoms alight on what was once my limbs and dance glass shards into my no longer present skin.

It's all long gone, every shred of myself I could reach. So I crawl slowly towards the kitchen, dragging myself forward closer, ever-closer to the meat grinder. Every sharp movement causes pain and it seems to last forever.

All I have to do is turn it on and drag myself in. All I have to do is get in. Then I'll be dead and my pain will be no more.