Welcome to the Table

A cannibal hides under my skin

and eats a part of me every hour –

pulling a chair up to my delights

and salting my sorrows.

Today it reached for my heart

and found a chicken leg

half-devoured.

I am not the feast you were expecting.

Welcome to the table.

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12 thoughts on “Welcome to the Table

      1. I like you because you like my creepy metaphors. I make a lot of them lately. I seem to have caught an infection of creepy metaphors from SOMEONE (not pointing any fingers here). ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. Ooh! this is FUN!
    Have to admit, I read this days ago, but wanted to wait until I could respond accordingly–boy am I glad I did. Leave it to Alice to spice up the Creepy stew!!

    I have a response brewing.

    fun.

  2. Beautiful, just beautiful. Yeats would be proud of your imagery. “I am not the feast you were expecting welcome to the table” that last apart is the cannibal going to get eaten or is there someone else for supper?

Thoughts? I love those.

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