IT'S ALL ME

Alone, crouched low in a dark corner of a musty, grime-filled pit. Eyes darting to and fro, wary of any who would try to snatch some of the rotting crumbs of stale bread on the floor to satisfy their starvation. Regardless of the fact that their back and the unsightly curvature of their form made their spine rather nondescript, only one orphan could be kept alive by the crumbs and Dexy determined it was going to be her. Scraping as many crumbs as her hands and shirt could hold, still wary she looked around then began stuffing the bread into her mouth fast enough to draw stares and grunts, her insatiable hunger fueling her, prodding her on, she chewed sloppily with no concern for dignity, until a wayward crumb got stuck in her throat. Without the help of water and with most of her saliva dried up anyway, more began to pile up. The coughing began; a desperate plea for help. Gasping, coughing, wheezing. With eyes bulging as though they would rather be out of their sockets and in the dirt, she clawed at her throat mercilessly. With tears filling her eyes, a stream of snot running down her nose, and her hands clasped tight around her throat Dexy breathed her last.

A corpse stuffed full to bursting with moss-covered bread crumbs, in a dungeon pit for criminals although her only crime had been to be birthed by one, she collapsed to the floor, a sack of disease and hunger. A course-dinner for the worms and bugs. 

Hey there, I know it’s been a while. Here’s a story that popped up in my mind.