Scrape off the epidermis,
peel off the layers of skin.
Expose the nerves,
each standing on edge.
Bile rising slowly
to the base of my throat
Loathing, my friend,
How we've grown close !
Whip this carcass,
till it's welted.
Raise the heat,
till it dwindles away.
Pour scalding hot oil,
into every wrinkle.
Let the flesh shrivel,
fall off, curl away,
expose the core.
Incandescent, fragile,
transluscent but visible.
Take away this soul,
let this being be tamed.
The muscles, in pain, writhe;
Sear the sinews,
Putrifying and dying away,
Maggot infested whole.
Consume myself in hate,
Loathe my very being.
From my own soul, recoil,
So I may hate you too.
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