rip it out from deep inside

dread.

dread fills me from the inside out

and I am worried

my insides

might just come out...

come out like yours,

when they betrayed you

and your humble innocence.

“it’s good”

I say

but that’s a lie.

It's not good

It's really

truly

not good.

to be honest

I never thought I’d have to face this

I never thought

my senses would be assulted

to this level.

I feel my skin

squirm

my throat

sqeeze tight

and my stomach

turn.

this horror

this terror

this

raw feeling

raw smelling

and raw tasting

thing

sitting in front of me.

I can only imagine

how it felt

being

cut

open.

Stabbed in the back

after a lifetime of loyalty

only to have your insides

ripped out of your body.

No one should

ever

be forced

into the presence of this

stigmatic disgrace

“So, yeah, dad.

In conclusion,

I REFUSE

TO EAT THAT CHICKEN LIVER!”