I do not wear the ugliness on my face.
The creature I am beneath,
the separate entity that knows me.
It grows inside the womb of my heart
unresting, feeding
replenishing its lust for blood
through my veins.
Curling its fingers around the bars of my ribs
pounding against the walls louder than my pulse,
jagged teeth grinding through the muscle
invisibly tearing me from the inside out.
Feed it, it's always hungry
before it consumes me.
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