My Stomach

Its teeth are sharp and ravenous when it stares vacant and lit up into my sore hands.
Running them over sore shoulders and tender calves
Up and down the curvature of hip and side
The valley of empty rib and flesh
Caverns inverted sucking the air out of my shallow lungs
Teeth ache tongue dry
Belly button pressed so
Stomache lining is withered away and pulled out of my body through my spine.
Scooped out disaster and decay
Left with a body of hollow gold and skin of silk





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