Damdamin,

Literary: Rats

10/30/2020 06:20:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

It was pitchy and dead silent
When I heard rats scrambling
Louder and louder they approached
Creeping, screeching, squealing

The noise and, later on, the feeling
Crawled all over my face
I sensed them rush into my mouth –
A hunger-driven race

Slithering underneath my hide
I felt their hairy skin
Their filthy slimy bodies
All over, deep within

Slowly they bit my flesh away
Licking the wounds they made
I felt around a thousand teeth
Gnawing my remains

As I drift away in slumber
I thought I’d enjoy peace
But here below I find myself –
A squalid rotting feast