I ball my hoof
my hand
into a fist.
Squeeze.
Open
and
Close.
Veins web,
muscles welt.
it’s disgusting
isn’t it?
I hate it so much.
To see that flesh writhe.
Open
and
Close.
Is this me?
It couldn’t be.
Those wrinkles…
Folds of flesh and skin,
storm about those knuckles.
Bones.
Flesh.
No fur.
Open
and
Close.
And the mirror.
The mirror!
This is me.
This is who I am.
This is disgusting.
A horrid visage wrapped taut on degenerate skull.
I Squeak and Shuffle
Mouth
and
Jaw
into place, out of place.
It moves back.
In the mirror, it moves as it should.
But why should it?
This isn’t me.
I hate myself.
I want to go home.
I want my body back.
Open
and
Close.
Mouth
and
Jaw.
I forgot what it was like to…