a blur of teeth and gullet
carves the fissure
taste of tissue, skin  
and blood  
yet it does not hate  
doesn't hunger  
and thick droplets  
speckling a thin wake of pollock    
trailing from the beast  
though it does not thirst  
no rancor  
it was the scream of conifer  
my poor judgement    
and a lack of the proper tool
Written by Grae (Bryan Gray)
Published | Edited 16th Aug 2022
Author's Note
I cut my thumb on my table saw. kickback is a mutherfuck.
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