Belly Of the Beast
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There was no greater pain
than having to watch her be
eaten
consumed
digested—
as she became fuel
for the monster who ate her.
What a waste of skin--
Oh what you cannot taste.
Not the sweetness in her voice,
Or the tenderness of her touch,
Not the sound of her laugh
Or croak of her morning voice.
The monster devoured her,
ignoring flavor;
satisfying starvation.
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