Rag Doll

Crawling in my skin
inhabits the worms of death
they prance in my flesh
tracing out little tunnels

I pierce the epidermis with a needle
blood gushes out feeding the worms;
the sudden sting left me idle

So I lick the wound delicately
dragging the maggots with my tongue
I bite myself and savor death
now I can continue the cleansing

I pull out the needle from the other side
the string quickly passing through
gathering all impurities along the way
leaving a stitch at the end

I repeat this process
...over and over again
stitch by aching stitch

I must be all prettied up by midnight
have to please master with my appendages
become his atrocious little doll;
I'm the putrefaction that never ages