Me hunting Me

My eyes are hungry.They love to prey on anything.Like hyenas they shamelessly devour even carcasses.Sound waves like warplanes lose their track in the cunning curvatures of the twin tunnels of my inner ears . Nostrils with their invisible sticky tongues open their mouths and wait for regular preys . Skin spreads like a giant squid and sqeeze anything that comes into its reach. Tongue rolls out like a carpet laid with poisoned flowers.Then there are multiple hurricanes destructing one landscape and creating another one inside the inner terraine...I am that monster.I am my own body.Together we hunt that existing yet non existing nothingness called the self.Haven't you seen my self?Me hunting Me