the leftovers will not be shared

[Lilith's Ghost]

the leftovers will not be shared


much of this meat
has become
shadow lost, still
bleeding in the alley
of broken teeth:
bloodied and crying,
holes dripping cum
upon shards of glass;
ancient Coney Island whitefish
too long out of water, dying,
dream of swimming again,
left by more considerate rapists
or is it, more cunning

this, now lesser flesh,
miraculously
disease free;
cuts and bruises healed,
the heart abandons itself,
love and trust archived;
souls being not so orderly-
infection leading to
amputated parts,
cauterizing the rest-
burn out hope
burn out expectation,
only the animus of the gods remain

[eponymousbosch?^]

the leftovers will not be shared


much of this meat
has become
shadow lost, still
bleeding in the alley
of broken teeth:
bloodied and crying,
holes dripping cum
upon shards of glass;
ancient Coney Island whitefish
too long out of water, dying,
dream of swimming again,
left by more considerate rapists
or is it, more cunning

this, now lesser flesh,
miraculously
disease free;
cuts and bruises healed,
the heart abandons itself,
love and trust archived;
souls being not so orderly-
infection leading to
amputated parts,
cauterizing the rest-
burn out hope
burn out expectation,
only the animus of the gods remain

The Pleasures of Prophesy

[Lilith's Ghost]

what the fuck does that mean? do you think rape is a masturbatory experience that raped people enjoy? Maybe you look at too much rape porn jesus fucking christ

[eponymousbosch?^]

what the fuck does that mean? do you think rape is a masturbatory experience that raped people enjoy? Maybe you look at too much rape porn jesus fucking christ

No.
I have a deep cynical streak.
The title of your poem implies a promise that what is left behind in ruin, doesn't belong to anyone else except the victim.
A promise may sometimes be associated with a prophecy; a notice to all which won't be broken.
I spoke the word "pleasure", in the context of moral irony.
I apologize for upsetting you.