first stanza genuinely came before the rest of the poem in the creative process and I decided keep it in. enjoy!
I heard the first line in my head and resisted the premise at first but I decided to embrace the story calling out to me from the ether and here is the result
I really hope I haven't eaten another person with out knowing, the meat tastes different, feels different
a poem on the pain of fucking up when you know better, and hurting someone you love as a result