The Kinds of Things Birds Complain About When You Go Back Inside

I've never told this to anyone

unfortunately

But when I think of where I would likely be

When the world gets sick of us

The best place would be the furthest from you

I see the bones of people you ate

Licked clean

Reassembling themselves or trying to

But without muscle or tendon

So it's just a lot of shifting around

The photographs taken of you now

Blot out faces

of people beside you

Do you count rows of teeth

Until they are taken down?

But I know

Your miser heart

Or whatever that thing in there is

Will eat you alive too

When you grow lonely

Reviews

[Indra Neil]

this is a deep write with profound imagery! well done! :)

[Dak]

your miser heart will eat you alive too. i liked that line

-Dak

[B]

Oh my
seems like this person was cruel
Well
I dont know if this works for you

But maybe having a person like you in that person's life
has made them stop eating people alive

Its all a matter of time
You will see it for yourself ......

Very creative and gentle way to describe a negative feeling