Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Thoughts of the Day: Muscle

Circling around the meat like a beast,
Deformed muscles are my greatest feat,
I cannot stop seeing things,
Forced by mirror to confess my sins,
To the corner of cabin I will bow,
Even if audience is the other way around,
My ill will is burning,
Intestines in flame and churning,
By whom I shall be controlled forevermore,
And whoever it might be behind the oven door?
art by wörm, poem by baagi

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