On the Butcher's table

I lie on the butcher's table.

The butcher comes, towering,
raising his cleaver.

I roll over...

Train Tracks
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/98prbg/comment/e4iaw5u

The feeling of a losing battle
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/98s6q9/comment/e4ibz6f