Feeling burnt inside. Living with wounds. All the hardships denied. All of us living in these tombs. Torn and tatterd. Never knowing what's next. Had any of this even matterd. When you look at my battle scars.

I thought I could do one thing that matterd
mincing flesh and chewing animal fat

ripping the spine out of the catch of the day
only to find that the creature you thought you dominated has stolen your fragile spine of thorns, metastasizing itself as you and spitting venom in all of your *****