my throat is sore
not like i’ve been punched
but like maggots have found their ways into all the rough spots of me
nested and made homes
the disgusting creatures thinking they’re worse than i am
a twelve year old called me gross yesterday
but i know what she meant
“you filthy waste of skin and bones”
“your body has been poisoned”
“your innocence is rotten”
and even though it stings
i feel my blood run into the dirt
the ground becomes muddy with red
sticky on my calves
i know she is right
but i can’t stop
i am being eaten alive
from the inside out
i feel all my sins tattooed into my heart
my hips
my chest
everywhere i let myself be wild
and even though wild may mean free
it will never come without a cost
because now when i look in the mirror
or when i see random twelve year olds
i see a ***** animal
unworthy of anything but another animals
lust