Crack.
        Split.
                Burn.
Seperated from the soul and discarded
in the bin,
lost in boiled coffee grounds.
A still stench consuming this membrane
before disolving; a shell.
Watch us eat.
Watch us consume the yolk
before we suffocate light.
Oxygen
lifted, gagged, and tossed
in the bank of a rotting behemoth;
surrounded by our rotting bretheren.
Eventually we lie in a heap,
cells torn apart by seagulls,
stray cats and dump hounds.
Again consumed
miles away from the potential to live.