I Am A Maggot And This Is The Infestation
There are a million of me and we all want to eat at the same rotting flesh that the bacteria in the plasma has opened up for us. I’m hungry and I know I will not live for long if I can’t feed upon the flesh.
I try and crawl over the other maggots attached to this wound but I can’t seem to find an opening. I am crawled over and beaten, pushed out of the way and trampled. I am bruised and squished but I still persist. I can’t push the others out of the way because I am growing weaker, and they have already latched onto the flesh. I inch my way further and push with all my might to try and feed. I squirm further as I approach the flesh. Seeing an opening, I latch onto the surface. Finally, I can relax and know that I will be alright for a while.
Before you know it, I am laying on the pavement around my brethren. Turns out the body we were invading was a live one, and most of us were peeled off, resulting in a hard fall to the ground below. And then it turns black. Dark. Cold.
I feel immense pain within my small body as I try to move to safety, but the leather sole of a boot ascends as I come to. I feel the liquid release from my body, the goo and puss creep out. I scream and beg for my life and scream some more.
I crawl as fast as I can towards the grass nearby. I finally make it, and I hide in the blades, which sound like another weapon that can be used to hurt me. I made it. I made it out alive, but I’m tired, I’m sore and I’m more weak than before. I rest.
I see the others still laying on the pavement who have met their demise, and many others still attempting to flee to safety.
I’m not sure if I can make it to more food or if there will be another opportunity for me to eat. I’ve come so far and I made it, but peace was once again yanked from my grasp.
This is feeling trapped, with no escape, hitting multiple dead ends.
This is still living, but dying just to get ahead.
This is the infestation.