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.
