a heart.
You have a pit.
Underneath that skin
a stone sits.

You don’t have
eyes.
You have dented slits,
that isn't fit
to let in the light,
not even a bit.

You don’t have
hands.
You have hard leather mitts,
catching fly *****
that are aggressively hit.

You don't have
a voice.
You part those lips
and all that falls out
is copious spit.