eat!

knock. knock. knock. the mailman arrives he yanks your wrist before you can greet him you try to run but you're glued to his grasp running, gasping you're close you've arrived in a dark room in the middle of nowhere with a big, round, circular table all of your female family mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, everyone surrounding it there's a light hanging from the ceiling dead-center of the table the mailman tells you eat. a birthday cake appears, precisely in the middle of the table the groans and grunts of the mailman obligate you to eat. you gnaw gently, unsure of your actions but you're enthralled by the flavor he yells eat! as you finish up, your heart beats stronger stronger than ever but there is a crawling sensation your mind reels eat. eat. eat. as the mailman's words flood your brain you wonder what did that cake do? your hands shaking, you rip your skin as you slowly go insane your heart pounding and pounding roaches! the cake was roach-infested you ate cockroaches alive! you cannot fathom the living maybe its easier to be dead your mad head tells you eat. as you rip your delicious heart straight out of your chest but unfortunately, the roaches have to eat it instead you can't eat while dead