starving dogs dance with dead flowers
Eliana Kontokanis
feed me to starving dogs!
watch them take my (too wide of) frame
and dwindle it down into nothing more
than a fragile fingerprint (of what i never wanted to be).
look amazed as they rip me apart,
desperate for the warmth and nutrition
i so longed to give myself.
the sounds of crunching bones and slopping jaws
will ring a chorus in your ear louder
than fourth of july fireworks,
and i promise you will be speechless!
when the alpha lunges for my stomach,
do not stop it;
do not avert your gaze;
pay close attention as i am unfolded
and water rushes out of my gut,
followed by wilting flowers—
the ruined gardens i wanted to grow within me,
panicking and drenching them when it was too late.
(i forgot i cannot save mangled things.)
my face will look peaceful above this chaos.
do not feel guilty, my friend, i was waiting for this all along!
i’m sorry you had to see this
(to see me like this)
but i promise this massacre will have brought me silence.
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