
— STOMACH —

Red and white snakes
Hungry.
Reaching for something they can easily reach
After all,
I’m making it way too fucking easy for them
To grow and evolve and conquer my skin as it
makes way for all the sustenance I could do without.
Vine-like, only getting sturdier and more prominent as days, months pass
Reds turn to whites, acclimating to the swelling core of my body
A constant reminder of the lack of shape
Lack of perfection
But still unique, I guess.
