short writings

mortem ⭐️

as i rape my way through the spiked twigs and plants that are determined to slit open my legs, i feel my head pounding, my veins pulsating in my brain as if they're trying to tell me something important. i stare around me, my eyes darting from mutilated body to shredded body to decapitated body. oh no no no NO
there was nancy, a seemingly force-fed girl whose only choice in life was to ingest and indulge in her favourite and most engorging food; anything sweet she could get her fat hands on. i looked at her eyes which were laying open, rolled back as her head lolled beside her. i noticed her neck had been probably stamped on, judging by the way it was mixed into the moist outside floor and she was surrounded by her own decaying matter which was seeping from her corpse. i moved on to spot another skinny chick, who looked adultish but i really couldn't tell. she was laid against a tree and had track marks up her arm. she looked cold, her eyes were dead and i couldn't tell if she was one with the corpses or just with her sweetness of choice; heroin. either way, there was an oozing sore on her leg which made me recoil, standing behind a bush and looking from a distance. there was maggots and flies infesting the yolky curd of her flesh, taking small bites of what was left of her feeling. i couldn't tell if it was the seepage from her leg or somebodies cadaver that smelt like this, but i didn't want it infecting my organs, my nose. i breath through my mouth and suddenly, i felt more disgusting. i eat from here, i vomit from here. they're all in a christianic, messianic place now. or do they look too satanic? surely no holy father would take these desecrated and molested bodies to claim for his own, in his so holy civilisation in the sky? i know that i wouldn't want to be there, if that was the case. whatever. that shit isn't real. moving on, i found another and this time it was a male. the majority of these bodies, i must admit, were women. for whatever reason. money, necrophilia... home made dissections! this man had his guts hanging out. his hair hung over his face as his destructed bone bag laid with its guts ripped out, through a big gash in the stomach. he had bruises on his kneck. a strangling? now this is more interesting, somebody put real effort into this! i nudged it with my boot and his pleasantly bloated cadaver let out a loud, zombie-like noise. i jumped back, but then remembered this was just natural, as i had discovered many times over here anyway. i was now even more scared to kick over his dead body, not wanting to get festering, vomitous... whatever! on my boots. and because i was scared that he might have been fucked with a chainsaw or something. maybe he was starved to death instead of whatever was going on here then?? i just don't want to think about it. i walk over to a ditch, feeling my pockets for cigarettes. i was wearing no shirt and a pair of old jeans with my newest boots, as it was summer. it was boiling. i look down in curiosity, casually as i try to find my fags. i don't remember if i ever found them, but i don't think i did which pissed me off. anyway, i spot another corpse. a woman, again, of course. this time she was totally naked, a bitch in a ditch. i hate to think what happened to this one. i really couldn't tell if she was surrounded by blood from being tortured like this, or period blood. the semi-darkened parts of the blood meant it was semi fresh, but i knew that anyway. it looked like somebody had tried to slaughter her for some gross fetish, dismembering her and dissecting her but without success. there was lines from somebody trying to hack her flesh but obviously getting bored quickly after they had their funeral fuck. now that i looked at her face, it looked like somebody had tried to perform a home lobotomy on this lady too. at least she would've been retarded before the hacking? i autopsied her with my eyes, but i did that to anybody. i bet she was screaming bloody gore, while whoever was making a right fucking mess of her. i felt bad but then again, i had my life still and should be grateful. actually, i did feel bad totally. these people probably lived through their own disembowelment, becoming mangled and skinned while somebody abused them with a hunting knife, dissecting them and showing them their own anatomy. maybe they had an extra rib or an irregular looking organ, but they couldn't remember that anymore. i wouldn't want to, i'd be glad to die. salivating as their pupils dilate in agony and they choke on their phlegm. maybe they were pregnant, and somewhere nearby lays a fetus who witnessed life with beady, bird like eyes as their stomach was slit open for an early autopsy, being shaken around while their bodily owner convulses and vomits, discharge seeping from their sores in a desperate attempt to fix their body. trying desperately to scab over like when you'd trip over at school and get a huge rip in your knee. say something, go on and smile you cunt