It eats with a voracious appetite
Consuming the soul piece by piece
Until little is left but a cowering mass of self-loathing
A shell, a husk
A cesspool of despair.
It bursts out from the stomach,
Ensnaring, all consuming
Crawling all over the skin
Like Boomslang
Its venom is slow to kill
Haemorrhaging would be a blessing
This sickening elixir collects inside
Impossible to drain without needles and scalpels
It poisons the brain
Infiltrating the neural pathways
Inciting war upon cerebral territory
Warping visuals
A homunculus that does not belong
An enemy is made
Of the sea of hormones
Passing genetic messages in a bottle
To the wrong shore
About the Creator
Tristan James
I am a transgender man and actor.
I am interested in politics, LGBTQ+ and mental health advocacy, performance, poetry, literature, biology, and video games.
I'm also a huge nerd, especially for Harry Potter and Dragon Age.
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