Crumbs

January 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

you make me fat

and sick

lovely and round.

Press a finger

into my leg to watch it melt

inwards.

Filling a hollow,

wobbling,

ignoring the stop sign

until you are dust

in my belly.

I lick my chops

before a search for more

begins.

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