There are scaled beasts inside me,
all fighting for who gets the biggest bite—
the largest chunk of my anger/frustration/disgust.
They are parasites, feeding on my turbulent
I bleed internally and wither externally.
Can you see the chinks where my bones shine through?
These animals, they have forked teeth and
empty spaces where compassion once grew.
Malignant lizards feed on my rage but their
tenderness is no more.
I am broken apart, breaking.
Come and watch these scavengers fight over my carcass
from the inside out.