Cut the cake



/ poetry

15/9/16 An acerbic depiction of savage loss... and not

Cutting pieces of myself,

like a cake,

appropriately apportioned.


This leg for the wolves,

for their hunger and their desire

and their slavering jaws and lolling tongues.


This eye for the crows,

so they may peck at it, assimilate it into themselves,

and take that tiny piece of me to consume carrion, everywhere.


This skin for the maggots,

for the worms and the centipedes, free protein, come get some,

chew me down into earth, pass me into soil.


This half of my soul for Kindred,

eat it, dear sister, chew and chew for there will be no end to me,

as long as you live, so do I.


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