I Am Rotting

I am decomposing.

The slow descent into dust, crackling upon the stretched and baked skin of my body.

I can no longer see. The eyes have turned into soggy ooze behind the sockets. I yearn for the days that I could close my eyes and drift peacefully to sleep.

I am turning into worm food.

Maggots have found their way in, consuming the soft entrails of my belly. The flesh had become a pallet of cuisine, savored by the predators of the mortal coil.

I can feel their mouths nibble and clamp down on the muscle tendons as their wriggling bodies crawl over my dried bones. They vibrate as they grow stronger, feeding off the thin membranes of my tongue. They burst forth from their cocoons into grotesque flies. My skull itches and constantly rattles as tiny, minute feet live and breed within my body.

I am rotting.

Eardrums have disintegrated into nothing, leaving sound merely a faint whisper upon my bare face. Black gunk had spilled from the back of my throat and into the unhinged jaw of my chin. My teeth have eroded into white power. My gums have stopped bleeding, congealing into a septic pool of waste.

My limbs have finally detached as the muscles liquefied into a deep, filthy mess. With little popping, I can feel the air escaping the skeletal frame with cracks, creaks, and groans.

Now, if only I could die.

They keep me alive to observe me so I can be a test subject in the cruelest, most nihilistic way possible. My heart beats. My brain continues to register pain.

I am dying a slow, painful death.

When my face disappears from my body entirely, when my life becomes a handful of bone dust, and when I become the test subject known around the world, my name will only be known.

Radiation Subject 0076.

''Note: Radiation Subject 0076 lasted 20 days. However, no new information was yielded about the effects of radiation poisoning or effects. Further testing is needed. ''