Black sludge coffee fills in where
the bone and sinew used to be
If I were sliced and diced, all you'd see
is black sludge
Even where the marrow is, the black coffee sludge
slowly moves into place like continents
Once cherubesque, were these full breasts-
The sludge moves slowly through my body
Incrementally, almost imperceptibly
changing what was once sublime-
Once a smile, not perfect but nice
now looks like ragged tombstones decaying
where once they stood polished and loved
And slowly the sludge moves through the blood
A perfect curve of spine, along side where
two snakes, full of muscle, lay on either side
now these famished snakes no longer recoil
starving- they are but sacks of skin.
Vicious pain at the base, where two hills
Now stand cr o d
Blood filling with the sludge, how did this happen?
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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