Imagine an ice pick
to the core of the meat
twist and yank
cracking temples in a vice grip
hammer through bone and gristle
take that sharpened fork
heated sear my tender neck
claw it off my tightened shoulders
with dull saw my jaw ragged
grind out each tooth
every nerve alive
flesh shivers
mouth waters with contained spew
taste of rot and bananas
every little sound
chews off my ears
is this what death feels like.
no. no.
Post Edited (Celestina Waters) : 5/21/2014 9:19:50 PM (GMT-6)