Life As I Know It by Charity Langley

Life as I know it


Life is like a box of rotting things,

Slowly Decayed and broken so that what’s most alive is the cardboard covered in grotesque fluids.


We all decay, break and rot so that only the inanimate objects live on after us– what comes after the grotesque fluids and cold wind of death?


No one knows for sure– but the Afraid find comfort in a wound-erful afterlife– while the rest of us take it as it comes decay and rot, finding out for ourselves instead of gouging out our eyes and thinking happy thoughts.