The Anatomy of Disgust

A stoma and a scar like the Grand Canyon form a conspiracy against my body. The stoma--raw and fleshy--looks like a red and beefy barnacle on my side that constantly oozes and drains feces and waste like an overflowing, backyard cesspool. It sickens me. Near the red and moist stoma lies a huge, crooked scar on my stomach and abdomen. It is like the Grand Canyon of Arizona--an immense displacement of the local landscape, only instead of earth and rock and soil it is my skin and muscle and tissue that has been gouged away. Like my stoma, it sickens me as well. Because of them both, my body now feels to me like the raw anatomy of what's disgusting.