He waits in the other room
expectant that all will go on
as it's done before.
Dinner is time for all
the knives, forks and spoons
to pleasingly line up.
She rips hair from her head,
weaves them to make a fine thread.
A sliver of bone salvaged
from when it first was shattered
makes a serviceable needle.
She sews flesh to unsightly flesh,
restraining her squirming viscera.
A tug of the needle and it's done.
She is free to carry the food,
while everyone waits.
It was a small misstep
that caused her to drop
the pretense of gracefulness,
as the seams finally give.
Blood blends with the gravy
though intestines are less inconspicuous.
He turns away,
covers his mouth with a serviette.
"Why did you do that? Darling,
you've made me so uncomfortable."
Song Choice: Originally I thought Killing in the Name cover by Brass Against featuring Sophia Urista. but only because this song has been giving me life during the last week. No, the best song for this poem is Voices Carry by Til Tuesday. I'm only leaving the first song link up because it's an awesome cover and everyone should hear it.
This poem is linked to Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Tuesday Platform