Muse's Ankh
April 30, 2016
The late afternoon air
laden and swollen
with sticky scents
of BBQ
and promises.
I no longer
partake
in one
but still indulge
my cravings
for
the taste
of something
seared with heat
rubbed vigoously
raw with intention
until pliable
possible
ready
to consume
whole
So draw me
a bath
and sprinkle
the salt
I am a cannibal
of promises
I made to myself
NaPoWriMo 2016 #30
2 comments
Visceral to the senses.
ReplyDeleteIs the image a screen shot from "The Hunger"?
It is. Good eye
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