Your hair and fingernails keep growing.
The heart is last to decompose.
There is the sensory deprivation.
The integration of isolation
When you achieve room temperature
It's like you're not even there.
And when you realize
your hunger
so all consuming
is but a chemical
flash in the brain,
providing a weak
after image of
your identity...
At least know we have a choice.
We can either
dry up or drown
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