your eyes on me, not mine;
meal to be consumed
prey to be hunted
creature to be tamed.
devour me with hunger’s gaze
touch me
fingers lined with starvation
my flesh, a feast.
you were loved
wasn’t that enough?
one in poems
- Jan. 19, 2019, 9:02 a.m.
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Last updated January 26, 2019
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