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MASCERATION

By Carmella de Keyser

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If you are male

You aren’t a producer.

As soon as you break through the mother shell

Into the beckoning light of life-

A human hand claws you up and throws you as waste into the grinder.

Ground up alive.

Eviscerated.

Born to die.

Human greed knows no bounds.


 
 

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