Abattoir

foetal 2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

foetal position by underdos on deviant art
 
 

Slaughterhouse days,
when the rawbone ache
saws through the haze,
 

splinted limbs
lacerating sinew,­­­­
tearing
at metronomic muscle.
 

Sickly marrow
and soft warm blood
flood
the butcher’s block,
 

as we,
curled foetal
in familiarity,
wait quietly
for the hook.
 
 

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