Feral Drench

I truly cannot comprehend why some choose to eat meat
When the stench of my own rotting blood
Month on Month
Makes me wretch,
All of my scent receptors retreating from my head.

And this is the blood of the living
Blood that gives life,
Not the decay of maggotous,
Pestilent flesh of an animal killed
To sate ‘sporting’ cravings or
Ruthless, ravenous bite.

Perhaps I am biased in my
Vegetarian Veil
For not harbouring decrepit desire to
Munch on
Dead muscle
or
Menses.

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