Tessa Lunderville
Everything That is Left
Where the crows feast and the meat hangs
Trapped in a scene, repeating
No one knows her
how she thinks in loops
and hides in holes
Eating her meat from where it floats
Her bones crunch and cave
While her stomach bulges and bloats
Screaming over the black birds
While she digs and waits
Why run when she’s sewn to the one she hates
That price is much too high to cut
And her hole is far too deep
In a world where she is here and they are gone
No more than flesh and lips
Where the crows feast and the meat hangs
Trapped in a scene, repeating
No one knows her
how she thinks in loops
and hides in holes
Eating her meat from where it floats
Her bones crunch and cave
While her stomach bulges and bloats
Screaming over the black birds
While she digs and waits
Why run when she’s sewn to the one she hates
That price is much too high to cut
And her hole is far too deep
In a world where she is here and they are gone
No more than flesh and lips