Wednesday, October 5, 2016

OctPoWrimo #5 2016: With a Knife

With a Knife

I imagine the knife drawn
down
along my spine,
sharpened curve baring
one bowed, vertebrae
exposed
like breadcrumbs
cast to ground
and leading
home.

I suppose
bone should be
fair warning.

The skin peels,
exposing
pulp, the red rush
waking
of a monster’s
morning.

It doesn’t mind
the seeds;
It feeds,
succeeds its prey.

I leave my skin,
walk burning.






 Poet's Note:  The prompt was...sharp.  Went a little literal...then a little not so...or nutso.  :-)

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