Oh, to be ravaged by loneliness.
By its soft, malleable teeth.
A slow death. A slow ravaging.
More like being pulled apart
than eaten.
You used to beg God for this
at night, used to beg him to make
you small enough to get
picked up in something’s
mouth and then swallowed.
You used to bend your
shadow into something
worth slicing through,
into something that deserved
to be pried open.
What you didn’t know
was that nothing that
wanted you
had claws.
By its soft, malleable teeth.
A slow death. A slow ravaging.
More like being pulled apart
than eaten.
You used to beg God for this
at night, used to beg him to make
you small enough to get
picked up in something’s
mouth and then swallowed.
You used to bend your
shadow into something
worth slicing through,
into something that deserved
to be pried open.
What you didn’t know
was that nothing that
wanted you
had claws.
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