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oh how good it would feel...
this skin feels... uncomfortable. the way it walks, the way its seen, everything about it is... wrong. i... i was made for something else, surely! not to hobble through life, but to run, to bound into the future.
but these legs are not made for that. they are made to stand, to talk, to act. my legs were made for fun, for pleasure, to be on all fours and never stopping. or they were... at some point... hopefully.
the way my teeth gnashes, my dulled canines barely tearing into meat, the way my spine is shaped, the bones of this skin are all shaped wrong, all in the wrong spots.
the way others love me, it feels... alien. the way they expect to feel loved... its like they think we are the same. they see the inbetween thing i am, the melting skin on my canine skull, the contorted bones of my hind legs, they see it and *believe* it. they cant, or wont, see me for what i am.
my paws desperately try to shake their hand but its a pale imitation and they know it, yet they still expect more.
growls echo in my throat where words should be, and its some how my fault?? they get mad at me for being unable to act just like them but i never asked for that!! in fact i DONT want that i want my own skin back i want my body back!!!!
i curl up into a ball, a gesture that feels hollow in this god forsaken skin, in a bed far too large for folk like me, in a room with no one that can see me.
everything is wrong about my body. im an animal, but no one will treat me like one. instead they see me fail to meet their expectations and spit on me.
oh how good it would feel to sink my true teeth into their flesh, to show them what i really am