meat

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i smell rank meat

rank meat smells me

i used to eat rank meat

rank eat used to eat me

rank meat, so rank, i smell it

i, so me, rank meat it

the smell hangs on

Suddenly it is no longer a smell
But a dark figure in the wee hours
The true wee hours of 3-5
A lone figure cautiously dancing in the dark
Eyeing your sleeping form
Fingers slowly grasping around
You choke, but in a state of disarray, you wonder if this is all but a nightmare.
But it's meat
Rancid meat
Dripping with blood
Smelling like death
You can see it so clearly now
And all you do
As you do
Is stare.





Meat.
We eat it because it tastes nice.
Because of tradition.
Because of nutrition.
Because it's "natural".

Meat,
We worship your floppy figure
Because what would we do without you
Because you are what we know
Because it's "natural"

Meat,
We don't know where you are from
Because we just want to eat you
Because we know we don't wanna know
Because you are supposedly natural

What is natural?
What is good?
Are you natural?
Are you good?
Meat is natural.
Meat is good.
So they said.
So they knew.
In my nightmares,
I refute.
In my nightmares,
It's not food.
Move away
Get away
Die away
Die away
Die away
I































Why are you like this?




























I don't think I wanna know.































I think, I'm scared.



























I'm scared.

































































The rancid smell of meat hangs in the air.
But no longer is the smell a sensation experienced by the nose.
The toxic fumes are within me.

Meat.
You are a part of me, no matter what I do.
Am I natural?
Am I good?
Shall I serve myself on a platter to the demons of the wee?
Open my legs wide and..






















Flee?
























Meat.
You have always made me feel bad.
You were necessary.
But slowly, no longer.
You have lost your power,
Or rather,
I've regained mine.
Your rancid smell still lingers
The horseflies you fester remain buzzing
Wet blood dripped all over, a cold reminder
But I know,
I know time will make this fade,
And I know,
I am not natural, but I am good.
I know, I am scared, but strong.
Meat, your time is over.
Meat, my eyes see past your advertisements
Meat, you disgust me
And as I like to say,
















































Begone thot.

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