Meat
...but reality has a way of crushing fantasies.
Grinding nails, pulling up flakes, the taste of garlic.
Pain. Thoughts of malaise. "Why me?"
Restless nights, and slept-through days. Pictures of women--not human, not animal--both. Kami no Kitsune.
Bad habits, worse reflection. A handsome face buried in neglect. "I want to be a girl." "No, I want to be a fox."
Bottom rung. Losing matches--confronted and dismissed, a loser. What rage!
Pointless, tedious tasks that only infer to the monotony of the time at hand. "Could I be doing something useful?"
Fear. A secret held within, that should uplift, but instead wards him away from contact with the outside world.
"I will die this way." Tears, pointless struggling with a needle--it was used for pottery. But then he settles down again.
Sleep. Another day. Hopes to escape a body he will always live with.