from salt and foam and scales
steal the hearts of stone
nacreous shells, dying husks,
the honey-sweet flesh that once
clung to its bones
to die of thirst.
little creature, we will feast
carve you out of your hiding place
bake you in steam
and the corpses of hundreds
melt in our bellies
to keep us warm and
full.
the snake is hungry
so the snake will eat
and eat it does, chewing, gnawing,
and will you ever notice, little thing,
that it is your own tail
you are swallowing?
meet me at the end of the world
the space between firestorms and tsunamis
across the acid oceans
and here, where the rot
has begun to reclaim the cities at last.
sharp-tongued girl
how does it feel
to live with a mouthful of blood?
what does it taste like,
sucking on a lightning rod,
and the knife
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