Plague Bearer

I join the crowd who gathers around her like an open wound welcomes infection. I stand there watching as her lungs release lethal razors. The sharpened volume cuts me wide open and reveals the sewage within me. I'm waiting like a vulture for my share. But once through walls of snakes I fund myself being dragged back through guilt and disgust. The vermin that her mouth spills soils my mental hygiene. She made the coffin that confines me. She controls the shovels that entomb me. She bred the maggots that devour me.