banquet

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he grates my face on the pavement
till my skull shows through
tears the flesh right out my cheeks
and snaps my jaw in two

he spreads me lengthways on a slab
my body's swarmed with flies
tapeworms pulled straight from my gut
and pus scraped from my eyes

he will feast til my bones bare
and i won't miss a limb
cause where else would i want to be
if not tied to him

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