Snacks

 

Let your teeth stop being fangs,

I don’t need bite marks

on my back or heart

from when you called me a jewel.

but saw me as raw meat

a tasty morsel to devour

even if would satisfy

your ravenous appetite.

 

So tired of your lies,

those words you use as seasoning

to soften up my trust

before you eat away at my life

and hope.

 

Not going to be

anybody’s appetizer again

take your hunger somewhere else,

this snack shop of my feelings

is closed,

go dining at another place

where the person

hasn’t discovered

the cannibal you are.