my robe is made of the heaviest stones
melted into me
my spine aching as
i stand still
in this cannibal dinner
stapled smile ripping the skin
blood mistook for the wine
i want to end this
why don’t i run away?
twitching muscles of the legs
why i devour the pain?
a face beneath me again
I draw a cut line on that soul
a swallow with claws
will eat or be eaten