leaving my body--
the fragrant gizzards,
bits of sanity and [in]sanity
strewn about for
consumption by those
who would
lie
in
wait...
some spit
with disdain,
dribbling "trite" offerings
down
bestial jowls--
some savor
the delectable nectar,
lapping lustfully,
unsatiated.
hovering above
the fresh kill,
in sanguinity,
and bidding bare bones
farewell,
I take flight.
I am off
in search of
my next incarnation,
another feast
for those who would not
be satisfied.
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