the acrid taste of morning is sticky on my tongue,
refuses to be choked down, washed out, spit to the ground.
dawn light guides me to the wilderness, lets me remember
the feel of foliage under my feet, the weight of foraging in my arms.
time has changed us from creatures to people but even
in the illumination of our time we are unable to disguise ourselves.
there are scars from past monsters cut into my organs like reminders
of what nearly killed me but they never succeeded like you did.
i am just a morsel for your mouth, swallowed down,