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Vlarken Hvyrmtor
Poems
Jul 2015
The Heart of It
I am a babe
suckling milk
from the breast
It is bland
It is benign
With each new experience
it becomes less so
it grows a taste
It is bitter
It is sweet
I grow my teeth and
begin to eat the
meat of it
It is so rich that I ***** it back up
There is none left
I eat the *****
until my body
accustoms itself
I grow strong on it
It twists in my gut:
a white Worm with its
tail in its jaws
My teeth and fingernails
are yellow with it
My eyes and lips
are crusty with it too
I grow my mind and
begin to see the
heart of it
It is vibrant
It is alive
I fear to eat it
I sit at the table
set it with ****** cloth and
cannibalize myself
I realize I am eternal
go to bed weeping and
share me with myself:
My **** is potency
My **** is caprice
I love myself
We lie close and examine
the heart of it
It is grey
It is dead
I eat it without fear
Written by
Vlarken Hvyrmtor
Bellingham
(Bellingham)
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