Waiting
A 50 word short story
The insect buzzes into my filth crusted nostril.
I scrape it out with a long, yellowed thumb nail, crushing the frantic, fluttering between my fingers.
Maggots gorge on my left eyeball. My right skitters in its lidless socket. Watching. Waiting.
Open the coffin lid. I beseech you. I am hungry.
That was gross! 👍
This was nasty and dreadful to read I love it