My blood has no taste
Unless served on a steel plate
Sharp enough to chisel fine words
That bring primal color to this dinner
Paper on a platter
I consume to later vomit
Acids merged with indigestible flavors
Sick poems no one desires
These cravings feel like love
Fleshly layers bear resemblance
To each bite
I take out of my so called life









Wicked write. Nicely laid out. Great piece!
Quite often even the dark and distasteful thoughts must be laid bear. Maybe we’re under the impression no one cares, but people do relate. This is dark and disturbing. But life is too sometimes.
Powerfully penned, thoughtsdie. Amazing write with lots of layers my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I love this. Very powerful I can relate to this.
Thank you for sharing this.