she clutches her body
a frayed rag
and she remembers his
ragweed teeth
the bobbles in his ears-
skin stretching like fabric on a loom.
there are no tears anymore
just a quiet knowing
like the sad eyes of a cow
off to the slaughter house
and carcasses hang in strips
a ****** mouth
torn open in a grin
and the hard glinting metal of a knife flaying open skin.
her skin,
her legs like wishbones,
cracking apart,
thrusted in obtuse angles
a conveyor belt life of sludge
and consumption
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
she clutches her body
a frayed rag
and she remembers his
ragweed teeth
the bobbles in his ears-
skin stretching like fabric on a loom.
there are no tears anymore
just a quiet knowing
like the sad eyes of a cow
off to the slaughter house
and carcasses hang in strips
a ****** mouth
torn open in a grin
and the hard glinting metal of a knife flaying open skin.
her skin,
her legs like wishbones,
cracking apart,
thrusted in obtuse angles
a conveyor belt life of sludge
and consumption
