The body. It has trans.de.ported this soul.
Dis.figured in ana.comical and psycho.ill.logical ways.
Its brain, once with dormant potency,
now functions accordingly with de.face.it character.
Nevermind the panic at witnessing the glossy tightness of skin,
stretching trans.new.sin over the terrific swelling of extrem.i.tease.
It's the approaching ex.p.erasure.
Beat. Beat. Goes the heart in triple time.
Vital fluids suffocating along narrowed pathways.
Once sturdy internals mal.fluctuate, unresponsive to the toil of treatment.
Day by day, ex.her.shun augments the numerical results.
So the body ushers in the cons.e.questions.
And the soul awaits its impending dis.missile.
