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.


But I’m being watched.


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.




Most probably.


To find that my arse is stuck in there.


When I try to crawl out again.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Image of  ‘Pan-fried Lamb’s Liver’ by Alpha. Available under Creative Commons License on Wikimedia (originally posted on Flickr).


Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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