Clean Bones (Poem)
Added 2019-11-18 10:24:25 +0000 UTCI've started getting into poetry! This is my favorite piece -- a poem about snuffing your own soul out for the shallow comfort of others and having it constantly treated like it's casual instead of the millions of knives in the heart that it is. - Clovis
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Clean Bones
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Chopped up, neat sliced, bite sized, finger food at best,
Enough, just so, just enough, no more, too much,
Stop it! Stop that! Don't squirm, don't speak, stop growing like weeds,
You'll give us a nasty, violent stomachache,
These spices and flavors, rich, unknown, all at once,
Disturb the sensible palette, ruins the game, the tease,
Foreplay without sex, that final, filthy act past delicacy and sparks,
What powers the behemoth electrocutes the weak!
It won't do, it simply won't do, please see it won't do,
Have reason, have charity, each trait we lack,
Manufactured harmony 'tween cherished corpse and dry maw,
If you aren't easier to swallow, who'll snap you up, love you, forget you, repeat?
Pretty selfish thing, what else could you want, worse, surely not need,
Starlight leaks at your seams, feeding not one but all,
Starving folk can't help starving pace, you know, you do know, we know you know,
Forgive them, forgive all, o' marvelous bones gnawed clean,
Repent for knowing better, being better, flaunting wide open heart,
Blood red, ripe on the vine, scavenger's beacon, a shameless shame,
Sins of the sinless cannot be outweighed.
