So much bitter meat
to cut through.
A serrated edge
works best. Chewing
up the red leathery
skin til it splits, emitting
glistening ruby fruits
like the plenty of
an egg sac bursting
with juice the too-red
hue of fresh-spilt blood.
like the human heart--
the thick and bitter
casing hiding
delicious carnage.
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...
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