bodies
raze
they're
such
strange
things
.
we're
all
just
domesticated
animals
,
our
throats thick
with
a
language
we've
convinced
ourselves
is
more
elevated
than
the
grunts
and
groans
and
clicks
and
chirps
the
wild
ones
use
to
communicate
the
same
things
we
flinch
from
.
here
are
my
claws
.
and
here
are
my
webbed
feet
.
and
here
is
the
food
the
last
fox
trap
left
me
with
,
half
-eaten
but
otherwise
unharmed.
do
with
it
what
you
will
.
231111
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from