Black Petals Issue #93 Autumn, 2020

My Darling, My Sustenance
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Marilyn Lou Berry: My Darling, My Sustenance-Poetry
Chris Collins: Nature-Poetry

My Darling, My Sustenance

 

By Marilyn Lou Berry

 

Run, my darling,

For the sun is setting.

“You must not get lost in the dark”,

Pleads your tachycardic heart.

 

Claw the air as you run, my darling.

Shred your fear to pieces.

Drop them behind you

As you run for cover.

 

Drop your fear for me to find and follow

To your twilight hiding place

That I may gastronomically anticipate

Your flavors; your tender, juicy freshness.

 

Hide behind the maple

With your trepidation in full throttle.

 

As I grab you in swoon,

Your twisted nape elicits

One

Final

Shriek.

 

Oh, scream in delicious terror,

For the ground – your grave – will be my plate.

I'll spread your blood as gravy

Over muscle, bone, and sinew.

 

I'll sip your agony.

I'll slurp from bowel and cranium,

And toast our destiny.

 

 

Marilyn Berry is a devoted reader of fiction and a compulsive writer of poetry. She lives with her daughter and 2 kitties by a lake in the Pacific Northwest where the muses beg for attention.  Soon to retire, she will then have all the time in the world to write. She currently works fulltime.  She has a degree in anthropology and another in biology, both of which have taught her unique ways to see and feel.  She learned to perform autopsies and appreciates other cultures, leading her to be able to dig deeply into the questions of what we are truly made of.  She especially enjoys gardening, swimming, martial arts, and cooking.

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