Nago

Inside lives an animal diseased with hate
My fingers turn discolored
Then the rotting aroma comes out of my mouth
Blinded by palms that whisper "Guess who it is..."
An inchworm; a collision
I send an image: A human dies and I don't see it
I eat more food with maggots squirming in it
Evacuation
We cross the bridge
Which one of us will be first?
Tell me, who's gonna win?
I throw up once it hits my stomach