You gut me like a fish
until I am
exposed
trembling
My insides spilling outside,
unprotected
unguarded
There is little that is lovely
about this feeling
unshielded on your table
waiting for the knife to drop

eloquia oris mei et meditatio cordis mei
You gut me like a fish
until I am
exposed
trembling
My insides spilling outside,
unprotected
unguarded
There is little that is lovely
about this feeling
unshielded on your table
waiting for the knife to drop

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