For All That I Have Consumed (III: Corpse), Robin Sinclair

CW: mentions of death

As the body starves, the lungs begin to wither,

breaths – shallow gradually like a dwindling brook

that winds through oaks and soil and mosses

As the body starves, its temperature begins to drop,

colder – eyes, blood, skin, bleak

to the touch, as if it knows it is dying

As the body starves, it is forced to feed upon itself,

gnawing – muscles consumed, the sex organs wilting.

As the body starves, it feeds upon its own heart

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Robin Sinclair (they/them) is a queer, trans writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Their work can be found in various journals, including Trampset, Luna Luna Magazine, and Across The Margin. Find Robin at RobinSinclairBooks.com