Feeding the monsters
Imagine cutting through the trap of that aching cage ripping skin and bone to take out the rusty machine to softly place it on the tray, so desired by the ravenous one.
Offer the warm mass still titillating to the kind hands and let them hold it near the loving lips.
Let them massage the past pains with warm palms gentle providers of life as she gives so compassionate a gaze.
Close those eyes to a present made of many perils so you may feel her as she touches your very life within.
There is no need to keep the flesh inside the ivory prison safety does not come from the privacy of those cold walls it is time indeed to feed it to the world hungry for a respite.
Risk it all in the ultimate meekness of the humble lamb lower your glance to await the penalty for innocence and come to life through the gift of elegant suffering.