three metamorphoses

cw: death and rebirth, self-cannibalism, body horror

note: this poem is meant to be engaged with in the nonlinear style presented. however, if you require a linear layout, it can be accessed here.

bursting from our chest, a wolf	we'll slip our nails 'neath our skin	we lay so still upon the bed
shimmering, with eyes all over	and push it off us from within	our skin is pale, dry, and dead
we'll wiggle on the rug a bit	and off our skin will come in sheets	our breathing quiet, heartbeat slow
take joy in wild form	which we will then proceed to eat	from deep within a blue-green glow

with feral mind we, overwhelmed,	sinew will be next to go	and pressure builds beneath our skin
nose our body on the floor	we'll eat our muscles off the bones	and out bursts swarming bright legion
not a trace of recognition	we'll eat our fat and drink our blood	a spider mob, moths, crows and void
simply meat upon the floor	we'll eat our stomach, heart, and lungs	thirteen dogs, a plural voice

take first bite of jail left	and when we ghostly white bones meet	we, our children, flee our form
and hurry more like fearful dogs	we'll gnaw at them between our teeth	it sits alone upon the floor
growl and snort and crunch and pant	we'll eat the splinters, sharp and narrow	and sprawling fungus slips white threads
anxious to see it all gone	swallow every bit of marrow	throughout this prison we have fled

and when our skeleton's consumed	and when our skeleton's consumed	and when our skeleton's consumed
we'll howl and run into the woods	we'll eat our teeth and our skull too	we'll go to where the fungus bloomed
a feral little creature free	nothing will be left to see	with endless forms most beautiful and free
of sweltering, awkward fleshy cage	a spirit, eaten herself free	we'll flutter midst the mushroom's progeny