wormswithin

[wormswithin]

They are thick, fleshy cuts of lamb Decadent Placed upon silver platters Laid out by nothing in particular I am a lifeless slab of modified cells Created Fake I have never been one of The Desirable I am just as red and succulent and dripping with juice as they are But I am lacking and flavorless I am Lab-Grown Meat I will never taste the same No matter how much they lie to themselves

[wormswithin]

Self-creation is a beautiful, raw, terrifying thing.

Discontentment with the flesh that builds you up is to be reshaped by your own bare hands.

Each incision on the skin and each mark of a needle is proof that one has truly lived, and proof that one has taken part in creating.

If the mold in which your form was placed brings nothing but suffering,

Break free of the suffocation and form your own.

Your flesh is art created by the mind.

[wormswithin]

I am nothing but a pointless animal 

and I love every second of it

I am pale white skin stretched carelessly over a meaty wire frame

And all I want is to be close to a creature like myself

Maybe this flesh isn't quite as charming as I once believed it to be

Each touch becomes less and less riveting to my skin

Until it's nothing but a daily routine

One kiss is all I ask

Although I know you cannot answer