Look inwards. Notice that disgusting feeling in the pit of your stomach.
A disgust for the world and yourself. Disgust of your features and your vulnerability.
Disgust of the vulnerabilities of everyone else.
What I feel is a disgust for humanity,
for my humanity. For my skin and my pores.
For my flesh and my blood.
For the inaccuracies and inconsistencies of this human form.
For the feeling of my hair growing from my skin, for my nails growing from the nail beds.
What a primordial and visceral hatred this is.
What a misshapen and imperfect form.
Oh, how I yearn to shed this skin and become pure.
How I yearn for all people of the world
to collectively shed their humanity and become something more.
To spit in the face of God and show him just how horrid his image is.