One day my teeth will betray me.I’ll bite clean through meat, gristle, fat.Vegetarianism falls flatwhen your demon is splayed outon the kitchen table. I’m a liar. I’m a truth teller.Know this about me.I do not crave veg, fruit, bread.I’m no honeybee.It’s always been about fleshwith little desirefor the flower.The more my palms manipulatebetween these twoContinue reading “Live To Eat”
Carmilla Dawn 