Ayeif

You were a yolk-drenched emigrant on my portico, Blackberry eyes and sharp teeth leechy and longing for a forever mother. honey dipped nose stickered all over my satin blouse, holding you  And I,  I was hungry for something to hate. 

I plucked a cherry from a puddle, Smile as wide as saucers,  Soliciting a disgusted, manic squeeze  flies festered on the nectar  welling down her feet.

“Make something of yourself,” mouth agape I witness  white-flecked mouth of a colt-like creature, thoracic sling stretching skin sheer ready and willing to gift your ribs to an open fire.  useless body, but a graveyard for our  Great Experiment