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Friday, February 29, 2008
Eat Your Heart Out
Find inspiration where you must.
Eat Your Heart Out
It wasn't the first.
With no way of knowing
if it was the last.
This Friday he did not
return home.
She ate a piece
of coconut cream pie,
thinking only of
what he was eating.
She could not taste it.
Was it sugar or salt?
The second piece was
overkill, she had to
admit. But the
knife went in anyway.
A bold act of aggression.
The second piece was
for the fucking.
For, why the fucking
hell not?
The third piece was
merely for her tongue.
To meet a touch.
To Yield. Meant only
to keep her mouth full.
Whipped cream muffling
the mourning.
Sweet and alone.
wlf 9:00pm
Eat Your Heart Out
It wasn't the first.
With no way of knowing
if it was the last.
This Friday he did not
return home.
She ate a piece
of coconut cream pie,
thinking only of
what he was eating.
She could not taste it.
Was it sugar or salt?
The second piece was
overkill, she had to
admit. But the
knife went in anyway.
A bold act of aggression.
The second piece was
for the fucking.
For, why the fucking
hell not?
The third piece was
merely for her tongue.
To meet a touch.
To Yield. Meant only
to keep her mouth full.
Whipped cream muffling
the mourning.
Sweet and alone.
wlf 9:00pm
Labels: Poetry Thursday
7 Comments:
Love it!
And that's all I'm going to say.
Wow. This is one of your best ever!
This is so powerful Wendy.....really excellent.
All the ways we love and loathe what we make ourselves swallow.
Oh, how easily the knife slides through.
ouch.
this one is good.
so good
it hurts
a little.
wow.
Oh yeah kid - that's so good!
How honest.
I have lived these words.
You write with such power.
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