love begins
with the eyes
hate sets in
the jaw
monitoring the procession
from fork to mouth
mastication without gustation
you saw your knife
lift it bloody to slick lips
with smacks and slurps
crunch of bones
tearing of flesh
shredded between your teeth
like you consume all your lusts
like your bovine eyes leered
like your voice bellowed
like you’ve nibbled at my brain
and sat on my lungs
and poked out my eyes
you mean to grind me down
until you void me out
I have cradled
anger humiliation guilt
in my gut
until I birthed it on a plate
that you ate up
it may not be this sun
this moon
but soon
there will be a leaving
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