meant for your famished heart
purchased over an emotional bankruptcy,
during a second-hand auction;
some kind of a complying and romantic, aftermath-feasting fart.
petty wastage, discounted breakfast, cheap protein
slaughtered in cold blood
smothered in pressured fluids
gratifying your spleen.
are you still hungry
my love?
do you still crave?
there is nothing left of me
but an empty stomach-shaped grave.
