I have nothing left, nothing inside there are spiders behind my eyes there are maggots in my lungs. why do you still watch me? you are watching a dead heart it's dry, crumpled. you watch with intent. you expect it to beat. you're like the maggots like the spiders, like nature repurposing my heart, giving it meaning once again. but now it's no longer my own. I was hollow, blank and quiet. Inside of me there was a dead heart for you to pump your own blood into to get the rest of my body to move, to speak and to feel. but the blood isn't mine, the words aren't mine the feelings aren't mine. I move and act and speak only according to you. I am not individual. my body is a vessel for you.
