Dark Poem ~ On My Plate
At the dinner, of silent bitterness. You are the disease, on my plate. Heated meatballs, float in gelatinous gravy. Your flesh a gift, on my table. Giving thanks to, these misgivings collected. The poisons: filter on life’s plate. My listless palate emaciates me. Your moistened flesh, is my sickness. No scars shall form, on the […]