I hate my mind, I hate my body. I'm trapped staring at my carcass. The sound of my breathing is torture. I try to stop breathing. I can't escape myself.
Several policemen come in.
They stand around me in a semi circle, discussing the shape and contours of my flesh. One of them takes a knife from his pocket and carves a slice of meat from my thigh. They pass it around, each one tasting it in turn. I'm happy to have them eating me. Eventually I'll disappear.