What is it for man
to tear apart
the flesh
from the core
until all there
is left is an undesirable
longing to once again
be ruby red
and glossed all over,
more lost than loss
at the power of your own
hand than
his?
What is it for man
to tear apart
the flesh
from the core
until all there
is left is an undesirable
longing to once again
be ruby red
and glossed all over,
more lost than loss
at the power of your own
hand than
his?
