sunny side up baby
scrambled heart on the side
burnt edges
overdone center
bits of me stickin to the pan
and I drop it in front of you
watchin you
waitin
for you to choke down
every fucked up bite
the rest of me’s still on the stove
smokin
poppin grease
whole body half cooked
turnin itself over
refusin to die quiet
or come out right
my lungs taste like charred foil
ribs cracklin under heat
I never learned to control
hands shakin from the burn
under my skin
if you lean in for a kiss
you can smell the smoke and want
every “I’m fine”
is a frantic wipe down
tryin to hide the bleedin
before it hits the counter
but with you
I never clean up fast enough
let a little red run
just to see if you step closer
or back away
presentation’s everythin
so I grip the scraps still clingin
before it slides clean off the bone
plate the rest
garnish with ash
call it flavor
shove it your way
still hot enough
to hurt
order up
Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write my friend. Kinda of a cannibal Iron Chef vibe. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I like the way this is relatable in sense that you can see this happening between two people who are not seeing eye to eye on things.
Favorite line “Presentation’s everythin”
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