In every effort to make myself smaller

Sat, 02/22/2020 - 00:03 -- ARPoggy

Break me down to flesh
Tear every string of meat from my bones
Grit your teeth through the fat
Savour every bit of muscle
I've made myself as digestible as I can
Eat all the best cuts from my battered corpse
Stew the remaining bits
The bones will make a mean broth
Drink it all down
So I don't have to see it anymore
I can't see it anymore
I cannot stomach it

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