The flesh is second hand

and the mind mothered by a man,

turning me into the worst kind,

bloated up by my lack of,

and gluttonous on dishes plump with peril.

Confused, I walk into the wall,

smacking my jaw and fluting

my bite onto the floor, I see my face

as a shriek of death

and I regurgitate

a waste of bone.

I am nothing more than a clone

of all the evils you’ve ever known.