My reincarnation was improbable. The maggot oozes and moves on. There is nothing to tell of this time except the passing of it. I reclined all day, chewing up the precious seconds of a limited eternity.

Still nothing changed at ground zero, and I dragged my body like a sack. Expectations were high this turn of the wheel. Unexpectedly nothing continued to happen. It was time to get wriggling.

I was seized from above and below. Talons gripped my exoskeleton and squeezed. Ruthless beauty and the sad slug. It was no contest in the tar pit of my mind.

Less words. One name is a sentence. What could be worse than cocooned despair? The answer rears over me and tears at my heart.