All body is body horror, because having a body is horror

tearing my skin off, 

nails dig deep into my body.

blood runs like a river,

my back arches, forming mountains.

the pain feels like thunder in a calm night.

eyes can't see, like trapped in a dense fog.

a body is simply another form of a landscape.

it melts away onto the Earth, as it rots and decays.

there's beauty in every sinful imperfection we have,

there's kindness in every poisoned word we spit out,

there's life in every death,

and there's death in every life.