Metal Eating Metal
They taste filling
like I’m eating them all up
eyeballs
ears
mouths for keeping quiet
this is
my
delicious
audience.
They taste of pennies
their blood
like my blood
runs warm
as I devour them.
Metal
eating
metal.
But wait.
I am at once
a malleable
substance
melting
molding
they chew me up
but swallow me
whole.
Beautifully
they
devour
me.
I have come to them
on a platter
and as much as I’d like
to believe
the mic is my utensil
it is actually
their fork
their knife
my dress
their napkin.
I watch them
as they wipe my blood
from their mouths
sometimes
a groan
a moan
to follow
something I said
tore me up
and let them drink
me down.
This is
metal
eating
metal.
I exist for their tongues
their stomachs
and those porcelain
thrones.
They will digest me
before their night
is through.
The full ones
the ones who loosened
their pants
with the...