a poetic prose
there is a certain kind of gluttony in devouring pieces of oneself — to still swallow fistfuls, knowing your devouring will never be enough to fill your ever-aching belly. on the days i forget i house a woman-body, i replace this budding form with childish, undergrown weeds. i wake up with pieces of my girlhood missing, a sinkful of dishes, and the stench of a barbecued devouring. how am i to explain to myself that i am the beast that has been stealing chunks of my being? are apologies payment enough when you are the prey you have hunted damn near into extinction?
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