Guts

You stand all straight on your cloven feet and your breath it sweats with rotting meat and your eyes are wet with a glaze that melts my stomach – makes me weak.

You stand so straight on your cloven feet. Your mouth is red and dripping meat but you don’t eat it, you spit it out because you’re wasteful – You’re made of filth and you’re wasteful.

You’re wasteful and you’re dense.

You’re an earthly consequence of poor choices made by someone better than you.

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