Regardless of the bird
or beast, of which has
been butchered, bled out,
sliced open, and guts out.
I see the gravy; thick and
smooth, brown and good.
Savoring the meat’s softness
as it melts in your mouth,
the lust carryovers of the past,
in greedy ravaging on slow haste.
12/24/13
youngwomanstory 