MASCERATION
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 11
- 1 min read
By Carmella de Keyser

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.



