break fast guillotine

pavement, pavement,
money in hand,
sinking in solitude,
away, away
from their forms,
their judgement

it’s sweet
it’s ripened

i’m sourpuss

it’s octopus

saturated,
saturated in glittler,
sugar
coated,
tear the legs

one by one,
two,
three,
four
to
eight

nothing but heads
left
severed

i save them
like trophies,
string them
through telephone wires
as i pace
myself

pavement, pavement,
i carry your heads,
i find that solitude,
pretending your dead..

*Thanks for the inspiration Daily Post, a favourite family meal— mine being Trolli Sour Brite Gummy Octopus’.. consumed without family, but as a great meal ;P
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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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2 Responses to break fast guillotine

  1. dipmeinmarmalade says:

    I love reading your poetry

    Like

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