don't take that away I need that still the pieces to make something new
it will be golden and glowing and stained with blood but soft
stitches of black thread help mend but tangle and sometimes will twist and choke
there are slices of flesh laid out there on the platter still dripping after extraction from the rest of you
they will lap up the sauces and with gravy and red life dripping down their chins they'll smile with shining faces and tilt their heads back in a satisfied laugh
I wipe my palms again on the white apron and the smears of death left behind show my sins
hello cockroach crawling out from the cupboard little darling I feed him a scrap of skin
I slump against the counter, chin in hand, and watch him chew thoughtfully
two, two, two, three, four... four, four.. repeat my life repeat my breath my tongue my teeth
they won't stop this mess they won't ever be caught
hello little carnivore
you're such a scavenger like me
hello little cannibals
hello monsters in the penthouse
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