"The Consumer" by The Schmürz

every day i am terrified of what this body has to do.
dysmorphia is a black rock in my guts.
i watch others eat because i do not have the privilege.
back then i couldn't sleep, and now i don't want to.
i feel the churning of the grease and the vacuous void of my bowel.
every day i am cursed with this physicality
the burden of consumption and the terror of digestion.
it won't be long until i gobble my hardship.
the one who ate himself.