Dining

Tonight I dine on death,
it exudes from every pore,
it spawned you and me,
then reclaimed its dues ~

so I eat offal and let blood
drip from between my teeth,
I won't smile again, don't worry
the sweetness of us
rotted enamel to the core.

Tonight I dine and watch
gulls pick at the faeces of us,
I was in pieces but somehow
someone with a needle and thread
they made me into a patchwork

I'll cover all bed sores



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-05-02 at 20:54

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A little darker than most of your work, but definitely graphic and jarring. Potent stuff.

William
2012-05-03


Charles Lezine
Shades of Baudelaire
Elevate the bedsores.
2012-05-03