Bury me with Henry and may our respective bodies be consumed by the creatures far smaller then us that we adore, dying knowing our flesh will no longer be used by a parasitic species we despise. Bury me for serving him, so I would live as I die, in spite of humanity.
I turn to him, knowing this may be the end for us. The spiders have built thick webs, but I push through the fragile strands to hold him one last time. As I pull my body to his many eggs crack and the millions of spiders are crawling across his skin, tiny creatures, he holds one up to me. I open my mouth but only crimson stained earthworms escape, inching across my skin only to bury in its disgusting pus-filed barrier. May we pass feeling no pain from these creatures, they are merely trying to survive. May we pass knowing these creatures will either die or consume the remainder of our bodies, joining us with the earth in a way convoluted human systems never could.














