#overt
All my life I'd been starving.
This world offered me feasts after
Feasts but it seemed that even if
I swallowed the whole Earth
I'd still hunger.
One day a witch approached me
Promised me a magic sack,
That with the right nourishment,
Wouldn't ever empty
'Till I die.
All she asked for in return
Were descriptions of dishes.
Their taste, shape, smell, in detail.
For she can only eat
This way.
And so I complied with it, gratefully.
She casted charms, ordered me to eat:
"Just open your mouth, it's there."
Feeling groggy, I reached.
I felt it.
So marvellous, juicy, so fresh.
I praised that new found piece of flesh.
She smiled. "Dig deeper", she prompted.
So I'd broken my jaw,
Ecstatically.
Then licked the blood off my chin,
It was sweet and sour, just served.
How much further must I dig
For this feast's main course?
My beating
Heart.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
a bill
of fire
lifted my
queen with
a submarine
arise to
their heights
near the
Bering Sea
now their
democracy in
a gilded
age of
maternity while
in Minsk
they'd sing
Magellan's hymn
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC