Five Takes From Friday

It foamed like flagrant tomes derived from yesterdays.

My breath it held mercy death beyond it's peak.


The tiny bit of life convulsed like puking rabbits.
I knew not my keep!

To chew the necks of those for sustenance.  

I shut their eyes, bent their hands.
I disfigured until the episode held no  relevance.

The meat was sweet,  the swallow sour.  

My head held high,  my soul devoured! 

Reviews

[Natasha]

this is great- love when poems make me re-read them several times and think deeply unlike literal poems

[newyearnorma]

wow loved this!