Pause for thought

I can feel my tendons contort The sickening crunch of bones breakage The skin across my face pulling to a snout My lips ripping apart as razored enamel adorns a snap Can’t stand Beneath me legs bevel lowering me earthward I can taste it’s iron on the back of my tongue My stomach grimaces in tongues of twisters Left need so far back My ears ripping into points Every rustle edible on the nights hum My screams no longer have a trace of humanity Snarling spits and swirls of froth Just highlights in the slit eyed shape I must become