What? I hear the whipers and the the chewing is not on me. Inside me. The whispers feed on ME. I am a cabbage eaten while still rooted. I have no face! Dear Goddess they ATE MY FACE ALREADY! My jaws I must use my jaws.. But I am a cabbage.. There is no god to save a cabbage!! Yet they feed and they whisper blasphemous intimacies. I have no eyes left to me. The whispers burrow into my cabbage heart. I die. Sweet Eris I die!! With no arms to fight. They leave me my ears to hear but no mouth to SCREAM for they have filled it. A cabbage rotting while still rooted in the darkness.