Member Poem

And as the bugs dig at your flesh
I wonder do you still dream?
The affection you so dearly craved
Is it satisfied by the maggots?
And the warmth you begged for
Do the worms hear those pleas?
The touch of the bugs
Is it the comfort you dreamed it would be?
Or must you find comfort with the soil?
As the bugs dig at your flesh
Is it cold?
Do you crave for more?
Or does the soil treat you well?