Fall to pieces, an incomprehensible mess
your skin peels off in long, thin strips - like shredded paper,
drifting slowly to the ground and revealing the shoddy wire structure
holding up your rotting husk
and you don't even have the decency to clean up after yourself.

Meat that's left to spoil
the stink of rot and failure sends your gag reflex into spasms; you choke on the heavy musk
of diseased aspiration.
The mess horrifies you and you shame yourself into a corner on the other side of the room
so that you don't have to look at the bubbling mass of shit that you have shed.

Ignore it, it will (not) go away.
Cover your eyes