Untitled
by Hannah Marshall
convoluted tales
of your entrails
spread across
the kitchen floor
lie next to me
quietly
silently
and free
from negativity
the time
has come
for plastic bags
and bloody rags
now that your fears
are long gone
do not deny me
one last embrace
your cold flesh
pressed to my face
darling
my consumption
is done
we are one
© h.marshall 2017
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