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There’s blood on you,
and on your hand,
and down below,
and you want to rip it out.
all of it out.
rip everything off.
To tear and claw it out of you,
until all of it is gone.
you’re covered in blood,
sprouting horns from your head ,
becoming a beast no one will ever like again.
all because of a little bit of blood
and all because of how much you never wanted it,
And how much it hurts you to have.
You grow a tail and claws and fangs
and want to rip them all out
and tear into everyone all the same.
in an act of desperation,
in defiance,
in fear?
you don’t really know anymore.
all you know is that you never wanted this,
and never want it again,
and all you want is for people to love you again and not stare at you like you’ve become a beast of your own volition