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consume me, eat me, flay me, poem, Poetry, sonnet, the taste of deadweight on your tongue, your fear, your marrow
take it for it makes me appreciate
all that I’ve earned all that has been taken
from me, needled, punctured, lick the deadweight
dripping from my fingers a valve broken
cannot stop steadfast with the oyster knife
in one hand I want to be filleted raw
fed to you a piece at a time taste strife
and shit at each bite, sup me down and gnaw
the bones you’ve cut me deeper than the groove
from a Swiss-made blade, you must drain my skull’s
juice, you must flay me, because you must know
that I earned all of this, because once you’ve
consumed me you will find my initials
etched in your fear, in your deepest marrow