Day: Dec 18, 2022

Slice my thoughts in round pieces and feed them to the masses,

Bathe me in fake blood until that hunger passes.

I am not made of flesh, but I am not a dreamy vision,

So, be careful, dearest, when you make the incision.

Pull me back from the fire and wrap me in some gauze,

Break my pride and bad temper, then break all the laws.

I am not for consumption, but you can worship me freely,

And once the first love passes, you can refuse to free me.

-Jackie