Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on July 20, 2008 0 Comments

You tug at my body
with(in)visible lines;
I flail about, a fish out of water.
You busy yourself with my skin:
pulling me apart with a rusty pair of pliers,
after massacring me to the hilt,
after probing for cavities.

Your blade–
frighteningly ferocious,
buries itself in my brain,
and ravages my caverns.
You slice off my head and feed
upon it,
cleaning your paws
with the neatness of a tom in the alley,
licking up every part of me–

there's more than one way
to put cat&fish

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