Submissions by vivacious_cat

And as his voice gets bigger
I get smaller
I hug myself tighter
contorting myself to avoid the anger overtaking the room
a deer in headlights
except there is no bloody end in sight

Instead
I must sit here and swallow his bitterness
despite the acrid burn
that lingers in my throat with each mouthful

It hurts
not just his words
Am I now allowed to feel?

I mourn tears which will never fall
It's a good thing though

It's cold
I'm numb
and they would freeze

but maybe hypothermia would put me at ease

Today, my skin crawls as their gazes devour me.
They claw and punch and stab and kick for a lick,
drooling at the chance to slaughter the lamb.
And while my liver and heart remain intact,
only crumbs of my innocence are left.
I cowered in fear as they speared me
and slovenly chewed on my entrails,
my blood and tears dripping from their mouths as they chewed.
But now that their hunger is satiated,
and only undesirable scraps remain,

What am I without a mouth to feed?