what a fickle
flawed
fabled
a creature:
the woman
the wild
dark
apparition
in the corner.
what a fickle
thing
is love:
we hunt
we carve
we hunger
our mouths water
for a touch
of love
but when it sits
on our dinner plate
it eats
us:
a reckoning
of blood and guts.
It is only in the dark
that we are
fickle
flawed
fabled
with our stomachs
empty,
leaving love
untouched.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
what a fickle
flawed
fabled
a creature:
the woman
the wild
dark
apparition
in the corner.
what a fickle
thing
is love:
we hunt
we carve
we hunger
our mouths water
for a touch
of love
but when it sits
on our dinner plate
it eats
us:
a reckoning
of blood and guts.
It is only in the dark
that we are
fickle
flawed
fabled
with our stomachs
empty,
leaving love
untouched.
