Maggots...

A withered tree barely standing.
The feasting masses.
Nibbling at the exposed wounds.
Ravens drawn to a vile scent in the wind.
Dangling entrails being pulled by hungry scavengers.

Maggots!
Quivering within a fleshy mess.
Born from a place of death.
Consume till there's nothing more.
Gluttonous little creatures aren't they?

Cracked cranium, pus dripping from blisters.
A lonely pile deep in the woods.
Tangled wire fastened tightly into rotting skin.
Little tiny invaders bursting below the surface.

Sun is breaking far out in the distance.
Exposing horrors, decaying bodies litter the ground.
A lonely pile deep in the woods.
Fidgeting maggots continue feasting upon misery.
In me...