Two Part
Acrylic on wood. 9.5 by 13 inches. 2012.
Referenced with permission from this image by Flickr user Rosanna Jones.
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pig was sliced quite thinly
and she pressed her hands against the cold
curing ham with gross cry-baby tears
and wiping her arm under her nose
it wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry
nor that she didn’t like the flavour
sweet and salty pork
was a warm reminder of a frosty grave
no one was at the table
no one was coming either
she threw up and cried
lamenting about her vegetarian diet
she didn’t want that stupid fucking pig anyway.
the first time i was diagnosed with ptsd, i sat in my car for ten minutes and laughed to myself, because i knew i should have felt scared or sad or angry, but i couldn’t feel a thing
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Pawel Jonca. The Seed.
please give me a chance
to tear into your skin
with these dull, dull bones
chattering in my mouth
it will not be a bother
i promise
just a sensation
you won’t notice
you never did
after three years
you might wonder
about the vampire
who was silent
and stubborn
and dead
