Owen oneshots

Flesh Eating Amoeba

Trigger warning(s): implied abuse (?), depictions of gore

First person POV
POV: Owen
Owen's age: Sixteen

·

The bacteria eats at my flesh, through my muscles, down to the bone
It's made itself in me like I'm its home
My blood and body seeps in to the snow
And I look up at the night sky, my soon to be new home

The trees frame the dark sky like my blood frames me
And the snow shapes around my body like it's trying to swallow me
Three more seconds, or days, or months, or years
And I will be gone by the amoeba who ate me

And it's honestly kinda funny

If I were a number I always told myself I would be fourteen
But now I know it's a three
How? Because I can just feel it festering in me
The flesh eating amoeba is who I'll be
I'll never be free
I'll only be number three

I'll never be fourteen,
Or fifty,
Or even nineteen
I'll always be number three
And that's all I'll ever be

There's another reason why this is funny

Three was the last year I was ever really happy
Three was the year everything was good, fun, where I was free
Three was when I could get hurt and someone would help me
Three was when I could eat and never go hungry
Three was when I didn't have constant reminders of my past on me

Three was the year I was and could be everything

Sixteen is the year where everything dies with me

My family, my life
My tears, my fight
My scars, my flight
My memories, my gripe

My hatred, my sadness
My jealousy, my madness
My happiness, my sorrow
My years I have borrowed

I should thank this flesh eating amoeba with everything in my heart
But it's eating that too, and now I have nothing left to give out
But my final tears I shed upon this snow as white as me,
This sky like me, empty,
And this blood red like my love for those to see,
And these trees growing up and becoming what I've always wanted to be

Stronger than can ever be

·

Words: 349