One by One
Like slats on the cart
that hauled condemned
to the guillotine, my rib cage traps me.
The body creaks on.
Life is damnably hungry, a baby
who pinches and sucks a milkless breast,
will not give in. I count
steps and stops on the ribs
of my death ride.
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love the first stanza imagery, and the line break that starts the turn at the end.
I love this. My favorite line is “…will not give in. I count/steps and stops on the ribs…”
‘ a baby
who pinches and sucks a milkless breast,
will not give in’
interesting image
good poem