corrupt and seething,
i feel the venom beneath my skin.
i am no chaste john edwards,
no puritan maiden of virtue

i do not walk with a god who abhors me
nor dragons inciting fear or flame

i am my own best monster, the body
of persecution lies in my nails
and the hatred is envious jade

to detest is to recognize
the sanctity of every abomination
and the ways in which the self
can carve this destruction into something
foaming and magnificent.

it is this loathing with which we are made.