nachocheesefries - Hello Poetry

The fear. The feeling of not being able to do an action so simple, reflex, human nature. They bring out the glass, my body screaming at me to look away. It’s brought to my face Panic fills my whole body, every nerve lighting on fire. My throat begins to spasm, sharp, hard pulls that rattle my chest and leave me feeling animalistic and small. Like a deer with an arrow in its leg. Scared, helpless, trapped, your body working the way it’s not supposed to. It is in this moment that I realize, My body is now a prison. My most fundamental instincts turned against me, Leaving me nothing but my strange, echoing thoughts. I feel a strange sense of serenity. Does my body reject its own flesh because I’m not deserving of it? Or is the rejection of my human nature a rejection of mortality itself? Is this what divinity feels like?

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC

Rabies

The fear. The feeling of not being able to do an action so simple, reflex, human nature. They bring out the glass, my body screaming at me to look away. It’s brought to my face Panic fills my whole body, every nerve lighting on fire. My throat begins to spasm, sharp, hard pulls that rattle my chest and leave me feeling animalistic and small. Like a deer with an arrow in its leg. Scared, helpless, trapped, your body working the way it’s not supposed to. It is in this moment that I realize, My body is now a prison. My most fundamental instincts turned against me, Leaving me nothing but my strange, echoing thoughts. I feel a strange sense of serenity. Does my body reject its own flesh because I’m not deserving of it? Or is the rejection of my human nature a rejection of mortality itself? Is this what divinity feels like?

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He’s always been there. I’m not sure how long. He’s been eating it. It’s comforting to have someone else to grieve over the loss of less and less flesh on my apple with. It’s nice when he leaves me a bite or two to eat. He deserves it more than I do anyway. He stayed with me and my apple for this long. I think I’m getting sick because of him. The apple is slowly rotting because of him, and it makes me sick when I eat it. But that’s okay because I shouldn’t have been eating the apple anyway. My apple can be his. As long as it means he’ll stay.

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC

Theres a worm in my apple.

He’s always been there. I’m not sure how long. He’s been eating it. It’s comforting to have someone else to grieve over the loss of less and less flesh on my apple with. It’s nice when he leaves me a bite or two to eat. He deserves it more than I do anyway. He stayed with me and my apple for this long. I think I’m getting sick because of him. The apple is slowly rotting because of him, and it makes me sick when I eat it. But that’s okay because I shouldn’t have been eating the apple anyway. My apple can be his. As long as it means he’ll stay.

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A twisted, ugly, rotted part of yourself that rips apart those around you, sinew, carnage, blood, death, gore, gore, gore. It consumes you, hurting the vulnerable parts of yourself just enough so they stay calloused and hard, an aching that never goes away and you’ve always known, as a dog has always known to bite. You feel it in your bones as I feel heat on skin. Sizzling and melting your body from the inside out until all of it is molten hate/heat. Every color, sensation, obsession starts to taste like an indifference, pressing your body towards the violence, the cruel, the crawling, inevitable.

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC

Hate

A twisted, ugly, rotted part of yourself that rips apart those around you, sinew, carnage, blood, death, gore, gore, gore. It consumes you, hurting the vulnerable parts of yourself just enough so they stay calloused and hard, an aching that never goes away and you’ve always known, as a dog has always known to bite. You feel it in your bones as I feel heat on skin. Sizzling and melting your body from the inside out until all of it is molten hate/heat. Every color, sensation, obsession starts to taste like an indifference, pressing your body towards the violence, the cruel, the crawling, inevitable.

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