Hungry and hollow
Bones chewing air grinding against each other
Your sternum creaks from the effort of sucking me thin
I can feel the ends of your teeth in my mouth
Worn down at the tines from the stress of your words
That break your incisors
That dry out your tongue
That will never come out
Did you have something to say or just something to hate?
Or were your ribs looking for some padding?
Or some substance for your actions?
The wind won't feed you
It's just taking your words away.
And breaking their brittle spines
I never knew cheekbones were effective razor blades
Until you ran out of things to say
When there was nothing left of me for you to eat
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