shall we get high on truth?

domingo, marzo 04, 2007

Just a Slab of Meat

She is sprawled out on the plate.
Her roasted skin wrapped
tight around her curves.
Dressed in spice,
her aroma echoing
in your stomach.
Your teeth aching

to sink into her
tender blend of fat
and protein.

You cleave your fingers
around her middle.
You tear her muscles clean
and strands of fat snap
in your teeth.
Her chunks squeeze down
your throat.
Zing armies dance
in your cheeks.

The back of your hand
smears juices from
your face and then reaches

for seconds, as
a flick of your wrist
tumbles her bones
into the dark.

3 Comments:

Blogger Jonathan Haynie said...

Ewww... I'm not sure food should be degraded by calling it "her". Or even less, "he". Plus it just makes it weird and creepy. Although quite humorous, too. Like a Tim Burton movie.

12/3/07 7:40 p.m.

 
Blogger Kiwi said...

I agree with Jon...ick, ick, ick! did you write it yourself? it's well written, but just plain creepy! ( :

12/3/07 10:25 p.m.

 
Anonymous Anónimo said...

Gross....very gross!

24/3/07 3:50 p.m.

 

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