He tells me I have a voice
smooth as vegan honey
but I think
he’s wrong
I hear meat
in there as well
Something I killed
and consumed long ago
Bones I crushed
between my teeth
Hard fragments coursing
into my core
Before he turns away
I consider my options
and choose silence
over questioning
his perception directly
My voice holds
secrets in the shape
of a blood pool
and it might
be best
to keep it
that way
Dark Matter 