Broken Body


You ripped the organs from my body:

The flesh curls back, trying to heal, But my skin still yearns for you;

my rib-cage gapes open, and mourns the loss of lungs.

The decay begins, and maggots feed On thoughts of you that rot inside.

Open wide: They burn the fat and melt the bone:

A heart pumping tar with more thick, black food for parasites.

I am a parasite.

‘what’s mine is yours’: you take it all, and the remains feed on me.

Poem: Isla Cowan

Illustration: Hugo Sequeira

 

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