pigs sweat,
bleak —
bone picking,
bugs in the stink.
stuck in the house,
a long scream —
pigs blood,
the american dream.
a carcass,
clean.
cheap shots,
silent screams.
pig snouts snort,
a savage squeal.
writhing disgust,
a foul meal.
i’d rather eat
than be the meat —
i’d rather eat
than accept defeat.
— crimson
Big fan of this
This was a poetic powerhouse