I am spent,
a shell,
the husk of what I was once.
I am fragile
and you are hungry.
Consume me.
Feed on me.
Take me apart.
Tear off my legs
and eat my fingers.
Leave nothing.
Consume me.
At the end
where there were two
there will now be one.
Still hungry.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment