// feast //

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my ravishing predator, the
ghost of you
takes beautiful shape
and walks at my side
all
the days
since that day,
walks through me.
it is
collecting me
one piece at a time.
borrows my heart
bargains with my pale body
stabs
at my back and
forces its tongue
where it should not
be
but i don’t stop the
haunt:
go
deeper.
skeletons dressing in my
skin
they grope me at length
for a desperate
love
a web of moth nerves that
will
not
die
feeds on my mouth as their wings
slip
inside;
a feast where i feast
anything to keep
them agile
and me alive.
you move your grayish eyes
like handsome stacks of headstones,
turn them to look
at me as
i burst into flames.
fires consummate the curtains and race across the sky
i am at home
again
here.
ashes to ashes
your burning breath takes finally my lungs
and a brilliant carnal
darkness drops
over all
the
earth.

~ Allison Marie Conway ~

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8 thoughts on “// feast //

  1. Pierre

    Beautiful Allison. I once read that being human is to be in exile, and so we must long and experience the heaviness and darkness if we are to belong. Your ravishing predator moved through our ribs as we read along…

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    1. Allison Marie Post author

      My dear friend, I am almost in dismay at how perfectly your words touch my heart.

      The darkness and I have been intimate these past few weeks. This is the healing and the cycle of light and darkness, and I enter willingly.

      I thank you always for your wisdom and grace. Blessings, always.

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