My Mi9nd Is Carnivore

(Silent 9, Hidden 8)

Tooth-thoughts
sliding off
yesterday’s gristle.
I mentally tongue-lap
the blood and gravy
coagulating
around the image
of your
screeching,
blue-sirened,
ambulanced goodbye.
I wipe my mouth
upon a heart-
less sleeve…
as my mind
carrion crow picks
through the
battlefield bones
of your ‘Wreckage’
… lost to all
but, burial memories.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.