I lay in deathly sleep.
The cold, sharp edge of the blade opens me, awakening me from my sweet slumber.
My skull carved open, brains scooped out and discarded as useless trash.
I would scream, but have no mouth for my agonies to issue forth from.
Not yet, anyway.
My simple, smooth face is next.
Ragged holes for eyes, and now a jagged mouth, teeth bared and hungry.
Then, a burning within.
I stare with gooey, gleaming sight at my tormentor, then feast and satisfy my new, eternal hunger.
In the compost pile, my children germinate and begin to grow.
