Eat it up.
It’s good for you.
Especially at your time of the month.
Why am I expected to eat a brown fibrous lump full of open caverns, jugular veins, worm casings and the concrete tubes on kid’s playgrounds?
If I eat it, I’ll only have to crap it out again.
My mother’s eyes devour me.
Scour my face for the appearance of red-raw blood cells.
For the evidence of dead veins clogging up my maze of threads.
I examine the dead flesh on my plate.
The best I can hope for is to …
Enter one of the openings.
To crawl inside it.
To find that my arse is stuck in there.
When I try to crawl out again.
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Image of ‘Pan-fried Lamb’s Liver’ by Alpha. Available under Creative Commons License on Wikimedia (originally posted on Flickr).