Poetry

Rise

The bottomless pit of hunger
Is akin to the bottomless hole in my heart
My appetite is for you
The taste of you lingers on the palette
I never want it cleansed
There can be no one after you
No course that will fill me
You were my last supper
You left that night
I died the next day
Where are you?
Come back to life
Rise from the dead
Raise me from the dead
Sustain me with your body
Let me feed on your blood
Save me from the fate you sacrificed me to
Because you did not know yourself


I realize this sounds like an Easter poem, but that was totally by accident…

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