TK

Forgive yourself these bites of bread and
Lay aside the guilt

That's spread like butter,
Thick and ready now

To slide along your spine,

Melting with the blue and blinding
Flames, the shame

That rises from your gullet
Pausing at your throat. You swallow down
A painful lump of tears

To join the bread and butter
In the sewer you have made
Out of your stomach.