And the meat is tender
I know he loves me like a hunter loves game.
That my neck is exposed and my eyes are wild.
That only swaying or collapsed I am beauty.
I know he loves me as a murdered and heavy thing.
Bloated and swelling and covered in dirt, in moss.
He hunts out of necessity, yet kills for fun in feral despise.
8 thoughts on "And the meat is tender"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Such power in your writing.
Haunting!
Oof. This line: “I know he loves me as a murdered and heavy thing.”
You achieve an intense balance of love and hate and a message that hurts the heart.
powerful.
Visceral and effective.
i don’t have words good enough right now to explain how relatable and powerful this is.
Effective. Great use of repetition.