Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
The following is a piece of writing submitted by WalrusTooth on January 20, 2011
Anatomy
Our anatomy is condescendingOur hips concave, they make a space
between our distanced stomachs,
quivering at the silence. Waiting
for a breathe. In hopes of
Emerging from this
awkwardness. Our skintight forms
of desperation, stretching over
trembling hands. We wait like
hungry children for a chance
to feed our teeth. The meat
of our existence
held in sight, suspended carrots,
stick and string that sometimes
breaks and drops the bloody mess
of doldrums in a carcass
made for me.
Our anatomy is condescending, our hips
create a space for bloody meat to fly and flee
from tired, hungry, baby mouths of you
as well as me.
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