I learned the way of living in extremes

and it carved my soul into a shapeshifter.

It took the hatered I wickedly harvested

and made it into a weapon,

into a blade of rippling smokes

that rushed and took my raw meat

into an embrace.

It cut, and cut, and cut

until I was laying in fetal position

inside of my own stomach,

until I lost myself

inside of a belly of the beast.

My own insides gaped their eyes at me,

ant their gaze was the color of the copper,

somewhat painful but mostly shattering,

as I gritted my teeth and shuddered.

I mourned for the world that turned colder,

from the moment I stopped breathing.
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