the outside should be hard
the inside soft
like a marshmallow wrapped
in a tortoise shell
once used to foretell the future
something fatty
something greasy
something brittle that will
shatter between my molars
i long to grind it up
powder the marrow
against my teeth
saving the last part
the blood part
for the end
when the eighth month comes
there will be hunger
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Intriguing. Read once, read twice, read three times. Still intriguing.
Marvelous read
Thank you.
My pleasure. Keep being awesome
My teeth hurts after reading your amazing poetry! In my sleep, I have a feeling I’ll be grinding my teeth. Ow.
I always have dreams where I clench my jaw so tightly that my teeth break. Always a relief to wake up and find them all still there.
Is it wrong that I feel hungry now?
Ha ha ha. Not at all! I say, dig in!
Man alive!!! Or as the kids say, wtf?
Yeah. I don’t know either. Food. The I Ching. Weird brain.
I forgot to say I really liked it though. I really liked it.
Thanks. I admit I wasn’t too sure about it. Didn’t know how much I could stretch it.