carnivorous desire
let me see you cry
I've never been in charge before,
but for you, I will try.
beaten or the beater,
master or the slave,
we're both back to dust
as we lie in our graves.
I'm ready for a new life
with a new vice
and new veins sprouting
in my arms, stretching over
into roots
yet I'm never grounded.
find the vein
and punctuate
the blood of the lamb
on our doorpost
pass over us tonight.
I'm happy in my home
a sadist dreamscape.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Jonah 4:3
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Comments1
This sounds very Jewish and somewhat old school. A desire to be passed over and coming to Passover. Well done
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