Growths, a deficiency of blood type crawling, in the secretion of their bodies smell, your veins still ripe strangulation, of the last line. A weakness in the head, all of you is now dead crawling endlessly in your guts crumbles of sluggish shit, falls from their lips fields of loody worms cover you now. Elusive, are not the seeds of, putrefaction, as the core of, the vagina, suffocates in, maceration, decayed into the roots of, infestation, as the spawn of, writhing species, comes crawling from, the suffering, the joining of insects and rancid flesh, created by the bondage of the squirming and the dead. Tearing from thy shells come forth to rot, consuming fallen organs to bathe in the clotted. trapped within the gaping womb, gangrenous are the stumps of the infested wretch, limbless cavities pulsing with life, feasting on the blackened corpse. I see the grisly memorial now bursting from the head, the rancid shape, injects itself in organs that have bled, the mound begins to pulse with life as the worms eat still the body, quivering, growth drags on the ground, insectus feast still rotting.