My stomach a grave of dead flesh,
I feasted on the carcass of
The deceased
now entombed within.
There was no burial song,
Just the ritual shredding
Of flesh.
I'm now content, and the bones
I discard as if tooth picks
Of satisfaction.
I'm not sorrowful,
For my belly is full.
As I gaze at the flowers,
forna I will never desecrate
your beauty.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
My stomach a grave of dead flesh,
I feasted on the carcass of
The deceased
now entombed within.
There was no burial song,
Just the ritual shredding
Of flesh.
I'm now content, and the bones
I discard as if tooth picks
Of satisfaction.
I'm not sorrowful,
For my belly is full.
As I gaze at the flowers,
forna I will never desecrate
your beauty.
