Feasting

I sit alone

At this eternal table

Fists unfurling, palms open and offering

Pools of grief fermenting the taste of dead men's spit and expired blood

A silver platter

Your heart is beating upon

A steak knife

My hand is using to navigate the rot

Of these pain riddled veins

A china cup

Overflowing with steamed sorrow

Fervently I am eating and drinking

Biting down bitter, harder and harder

Chewing and chewing

Until I taste broken enamel and a burnt throat

Lapping up the poison I've dredged from your bones

I consume and I become

A chalice full of every memory hurting to the surface in your mind

Stinging so sweetly

Bruising so brightly

Even your darkest thoughts, your deepest wounds

Eagerly I am tasting

I will eat your pain like this

Until my tongue fails, until my jaw breaks

If it means your burden

Is ever slighter

If it means your heart

Is ever lighter