{"sf1_id":505893,"sf2_id":"XekVrKz1","title":"Meat","author":"Werefox Inari Sachi","words":135,"posted_at":"2013-02-24T16:02:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Self-reflection"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/505893-meat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekVrKz1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1b/5b/1b5b1a05-bdaf-4680-8b6e-545e211525b9","description":"...but reality has a way of crushing fantasies.","content":"Grinding nails, pulling up flakes, the taste of garlic.\n\nPain. Thoughts of malaise. \"Why me?\"\n\nRestless nights, and slept-through days. Pictures of women--not human, not animal--both. _Kami no Kitsune._\n\nBad habits, worse reflection. A handsome face buried in neglect. \"I want to be a girl.\" \"No, I want to be a fox.\"\n\nBottom rung. Losing matches--confronted and dismissed, a loser. What rage!\n\nPointless, tedious tasks that only infer to the monotony of the time at hand. \"Could I be doing something useful?\"\n\n_Fear_. A secret held within, that should uplift, but instead wards him away from contact with the outside world.\n\n\"I will die this way.\" Tears, pointless struggling with a needle--it was used for pottery. But then he settles down again.\n\nSleep. Another day. Hopes to escape a body he will always live with.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}