Bird Bones

Elle Rogers
Nov 1 · 1 min read

I am whittled to
the marrow
of my bones
by a specter
sent within
there to destroy
each tingling
tease of hunger
and to make me
feel much stronger
as I dwindle down
to bird bones
that have no
need for flight
nor any
strong delight
in mating lips
with sustenance
or tongue
with any taste.

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Elle Rogers

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