Curbed Appetite

I wander down the city’s asphalt tongue.
Shining street lamps crack down like lacquered teeth.
The unhinging jaw of it’s great maw is
Crushing my meager, meaty frame beneath.

Curb mandibles expanding so, open
Wide to guide my footsteps ever forward.
I, saliva soaked and unprovoked, hope
To be so ever gently devoured.

Masticated between tall sky scrapers
Then gargled over the deep steaming vents,
Releasing their sweet digestive vapors
To tenderize my muscles, tight and tense.

This dark city, in expeditious haste,
Spits me clear out, disgusted by my taste.


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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