you reappeared
at my back door
peering through morning glass
after your treacherous
cross country journey
eyes bearing horrors
and in need of clean bandages
i must admit
being as torn as your flesh
as to how i should feel
but then i felt proud of you
for having survived
for keeping your vital organs intact
i needn’t hear the story
you know i have lived it
you’ve seen where the teeth
left behind the deepest scars
and i know all too well
what he is capable of eating
One reply on “cannibal”
It has been a while since I came to your site, madam. I have missed your poems.