I sit in the corner of my room and listen to the bugs fly by.

I wonder how long it’ll take to eat me after I die.

To swallow me whole or piece by piece,

A lifetime of anguish never to cease.

Will they tell their family what they’ve devoured?

Will they be praised, respected, forever empowered?

Hold the banners up, wear it as a pin,

Target my relatives, go after my twin.

Sink your teeth in, relish the blood—

Never mind your feet stuck in the mud.

Pulling, dragging, eating you up,

Dirtying your hands, soiling your cup

Of bountiful wine, rewarded to you,

Taken away for what you choose to do.