Infanticidal Dysmorphia - Amputated

In this age of perfection, morality’s surpassed by beauty,

appearance breeds obsession, an all consuming need to compete

your prime is behind you

I can make you younger, if you so desire

I have perfected my recipe for your consumption,

in my kitchen sink i’m performing late term abortions

expertly dicing the foetus, into a paste, consuming the flesh of infants

rejuvenates

try not to think of its contents, just its effects,

so many swear by my dumplings, you wont regret

try to hide in denial, but in time all beauty decays, now there is a solution,

how far would you go to achieve?