A grievance on my bones.
You scowl at me as my oesophagus bleeds,
you're chomping at my throat, like a tiny child
all misguided and looking for something
wonderful, like a nipple or
You, you swallow it whole,
you gulp on it hard,
my arteries still stuck
in-between your teeth, gasping hard, trying to spit
it out before you choke.
I see you there, all drowning
your arms are all waving, flapping,
falling, like you want to forget,
but my blood vessels are still poking, bleeding
right out of your gums,
running down your face.
You hold onto your jaw,
tight, like letting go will dismantle you.
Oh, you have no idea
how big this thing is.