The maggots will have to wait their turn. It is not time for them to feast, yet.
But I see your decay, your slow motion transformation from the illusion of vitality to the Forbidden Truth reality of flesh and bone, cell and membrane, disintegration.
It is beautiful to watch you change, the skin wrinkle, the muscles shrivel, the bones twist and knob.
You say you are only 22 and I must be in dire need of new and better glasses, as you primp and strut in front of the mirror.
But no, it is you who need better vision, crippled and doomed hag, preparing for a night of clubbing. It is you who lack the capacity to see and to know what you are, as proven by what you will be.
Stop trying to make yourself more beautiful, because every mask you don, from your Dermalogica Daily Superfoliant to your Manolo Blahnik Hangisi Jeweled Pumps, illuminates your decay.
It is so beautiful, to see and to know you as you are, to pierce your self-illusion.
Patiently, the maggots wait.
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