open-mouthed god

open-mouthed-god

my rawboned hunger drags out a
hollow sound as if it’s biting
deep within…
satisfied with never being
satisfied

It’s the same terrible appetite
that leads me to believe I’m an
open-mouthed
god to whom no one ever brings
sacrifice

until standing, peeled from the skin
at an altar while my forehead
is marked with
uninteresting human stain
I shut tight

those cold marble eyes and feel the
sediment of me— crumble down
my mortal
face and closed lips

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