Sullen, sallow, hollow boy,
Carved out and cut away,
Like shredded remains
of placenta,
malformed clusters, clumps of flesh-food
Human remains fed upon by something
that devours without teeth.
Scraped away, viciously pulled.
cut into ribbons.
The womb now
forever
empty
Blood for life, tossed aside,
thrown in the trash.
Cells once ripe,
nourishment syphoned,
from its writhing mass,
now still, now
hollow.
And yet,
a fetus,
[counterpart]
lives on—
pristine,
polished,
nourished,
[vampiric]
energized,
empowered,
whole—
to grow, to thrive,
to flee, eyes forward,
with fresh feet and strong legs,
to forget about this
repulsive mass
writhing and boneless,
no more than a sack of flesh,
trembling with anxiety,
its services complete.
Twitching within the debris
ichor of life, sucked dry,
this sullen boy stirs once more,
to form soft bones,
and calloused feet,
from companion trash-things,
and buzzing masses,
likewise tossed aside,
by a cannibal of trust,
reborn from the lifeblood,
of death after death after death.
“reborn from the lifeblood,
of death after death after death.”
That resonates deeply with me…death after death after death especially. Your writing is powerful, angry, visceral yet also delicate and soft in other instances. Never stop 😉