i sat in the back
and watched you crack yourself in two on a well-lit stage
like an egg in a skillet
the sound was comforting
and there beneath the bell of cascading light
you writhed
and fried
and your secrets splattered on to the backsplash
like words upon a page
half-hearted lower-case fossilized in the tile grout
i gathered up the crumbs
with an anxious stomach
and a wet tounge
oh
how i lapped it up
let it soak in
and stew in my belly
until the steam swelled
and was forced to be expelled
the feast i've with-held so long
it's the heart song of the kitchen timer
signaling my turn in the frying pan
my time to climb up into the spotlight
and squirm through my own confession
i made every sound from scratch
just for you
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
i sat in the back
and watched you crack yourself in two on a well-lit stage
like an egg in a skillet
the sound was comforting
and there beneath the bell of cascading light
you writhed
and fried
and your secrets splattered on to the backsplash
like words upon a page
half-hearted lower-case fossilized in the tile grout
i gathered up the crumbs
with an anxious stomach
and a wet tounge
oh
how i lapped it up
let it soak in
and stew in my belly
until the steam swelled
and was forced to be expelled
the feast i've with-held so long
it's the heart song of the kitchen timer
signaling my turn in the frying pan
my time to climb up into the spotlight
and squirm through my own confession
i made every sound from scratch
just for you
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