Feed Me You
I am in this vast inside
And you are half in, half out
Fingers tipping on my nails
I bleed blood
You smell none
You fall onto the hollow dough
I’m licking the sugar icing and sprinkles on the sides
Push, pull, splash wafer
Out comes our womb of love
It is stitched with good enough intentions
Teeth
Protruding on the edge of your flesh
Eyes
Spotted preys as fresh, minced meat
You spin me in midair
With buttocks flying, flying above ceilings
Gnaw the crumbs bit by bit
Cheese and tomato spilled on my breasts
Ravage my pudding and cherry pie
You savage little Dorrit
Copyright © Helen Cheng | Year Posted 2016
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