A Death Bouquet
- Moe Godat
- Jan 26, 2018
- 1 min read
cracked tooth picks
lips and teeth
chomp
through breastbone
breaking
off small bits of me
to pick
his precious maw
after
his feeding.
made with love
grandma’s
crippled knuckles
press needles
through my
chest
sewing a quilt
from my
meat
finding home
save me from this
horrible place
take me where the
air
smells like dead plants
and no memory of
my world
exists
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