cutting into a steak
overwhelms me
we are all
sacks of shambling meat
delicious char blackened umami
a result of rapid oxidation
it happens to us at a snail’s pace
every day
as the clock ticks down
so slow you can’t smell
the melting fat
or hear the sizzle
all of nature waits to sink its
teeth into us
and have that taste of time
running down its throat
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
7. The Taste of Time
Words and Feathers 
Excellent analogy! We all are eventually devoured — the lucky ones are even before they die. 😊
I wouldn’t mind except for all that screaming.
Haha. The screaming is part of the fun. 😈
Only if you’re the one doing the chewing.
Hmm.