Just a Taste

frozen mirrors turn our own faces into strangers.

we tear at the shadows. convinced we can save the dead.

quietly the years consume us. until only skeletons remain.

we search for new skins. cold and vulnerable.

we sneak inside the closest one that fits.

just a quick taste. and then.

we'll move on to the next.


quietly we teach the dark our names.

open graves become familiar beds.

we chew on the grief. nourished by our shame.

we bite down on the sinew. all that's left of our catastrophe.

just a little taste. and then.

a lifetime of wondering

if we'll ever know that feeling again. 


Filed under: December 2024  Sad Poetry