Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Gold Coin

If only...

Let us imagine,

You and Me

That we have intrinsic worth

That others like the chicken,


and the pack rat see.

(We kindle a fire deep inside their hearts.)

The pack rat stores you in his nest.

The chicken pecks and pecks

and finally swallows me into her feathered breast.

And man...

of all the creatures he conceals you best,

he rips out his heart and puts us there instead.

He lusts for us and seals his fate,

not ours,

he's dead.

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