Sunday, June 01, 2008

New Friends

What joy
To rip and tear this flesh
To grasp twist and tug
Leaving bone nude
And scratched

What joy
To squeeze
To pulp and crush that flesh
Pound beat and shape
Remould and slap pack it
Back on bone

Who will I become


Pod said...

i'm not sure who you will become, or even what will become of you. but i am sure it will all turn out as it should. thanks for the well wishes. i did whizz by OAT's...ah the memories!

aria said...

who will I become.. hmmm
perhaps you can answer that if you know - 'who you are'
just a thought..