I let them tear at my insides Rip me open and take what they want I’m lying helpless. Spread open. Exposed. I wouldn’t dare look them in the eye. One by one I feel their weight lift off me as they get their fill and move on. I’m left alone. I wipe their saliva off my ribcage and hug my insides together. I start to feel my heart beating again. I can feel it echo throughout my hollowed chest I lift myself up and start to walk. I can see more scavengers in the distance I close my eyes, wincing from the pain. And continue to walk toward them.
A huge metaphor. But I never understood why I kept coming back to it. I would feel utterly gutted after, and still showed up the next time.