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My blood has no taste
Unless served on a steel plate
Sharp enough to chisel fine words
Bringing primal color to this dinner
Paper on a platter
I consume to later vomit
Acids merged with indigestible flavors
Sick poems no one desires
These cravings feel like love
Fleshly layers bear resemblance
To each bite
I take out of my so called life
Unless served on a steel plate
Sharp enough to chisel fine words
Bringing primal color to this dinner
Paper on a platter
I consume to later vomit
Acids merged with indigestible flavors
Sick poems no one desires
These cravings feel like love
Fleshly layers bear resemblance
To each bite
I take out of my so called life
Published 23rd Feb 2024
| Edited 27th Feb 2024
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23rd Feb 2024 7:27am
Dear T,
I really appreciated the stark reality of life presented through your poem. Sharp contrasts and life’s endless challenges are brutal and your poetic interpretation are spot on. Great write.
H🌷
I really appreciated the stark reality of life presented through your poem. Sharp contrasts and life’s endless challenges are brutal and your poetic interpretation are spot on. Great write.
H🌷
