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.
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.