Faces. That’s all I could see.
All of them, lined in a row;
hungry eyes and hungrier mouths.
One stab and I was open,
two stabs and I was empty.
Soon naked–skinned.
The pain stopped, but it still hurt.
Placed ‘pon a plate.
All was a blur but I could see–
See the face consuming me.
Hungry eyes, stuffed mouth.
