Good to Eat

I feel the grinding
of my bones
in my bones.

I know it will
reduce me
to a stumpy
bloody
core.

That's always how
it goes.
Grind my bones
- like fee fie fo fum -
and I am left
motionless.

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Things are eating away at me.
Nibble.
Nibble.
Nibble.
CHOMP

I can't help it if
I look good to eat.