I'm begging for crumbs from your table.
Leave me dinner plate scraps.
I swear this is worth all of your malnutrition.
I've lost myself tumbling through the tangles of your diction.
There's a splattering of words upon the wall,
but I'm far to bloated to try to comprehend,
what kind of foul punctuation,
I have been called upon to amend.
Let Me Eat.
Fork, Knife, And Salivating Teeth.
The flesh will be pulled from the paper,
the blood dissolved by the necessary acids
of digestion.
I want to vomit something remarkable,
but I only sneeze little moments of clarity,
due to my allergic congestion.
I'm pretty sure that I've withered to skin,
and bones.
Take me apart, I have hit rock bottom.
When I'll submit to consume,
these half-hanging articles,
that otherwise I would consider loathsome.
Feed me something worthwhile.
Something that leaves the belly not in want.
Or give me your leftovers, and I'd
leave droppings that make sure to affront.
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Submission Name: I'm Wading Through Digestive Remains
