©2022 Michael Raven
i was torn apart come dusk tooth and claw viscera mine feasted and bone gnawed leaving not an ounce come carrion child sewn me whole carving the rot out
words | spirit | alchemy
©2022 Michael Raven
i was torn apart come dusk tooth and claw viscera mine feasted and bone gnawed leaving not an ounce come carrion child sewn me whole carving the rot out
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This poem gave me a shudder. Well written, Michael!
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Thank you. ✨
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