Tender

you cannot
cut
and cut
and cut,
again and
over again,
feasting
without regard,

and then
expect to
come back
and find more
tender meat
to filet from
my raw naked bones.

~ cj 2014.11.25

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2 Responses to Tender

  1. Steven says:

    Ouch.

  2. Morine says:

    Be strong, honey girl. xo

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