emptied

emptied

the earth gives way

whole forests emptied into

her

open

mouth

slurping up roots, twigs, vines

and their creatures

it’s the garlic butter

the savory sauce

at the bottom of the pan

gulping and gnawing

unsure of when

her hunger will be satisfied

she was just so sad

and needed more

to move

to taste

and feel

and these floral limbs

denied her company

so she took them like a snack

don’t call her cruel

oh she is you

she is you

Isabeau Walkerwriting, poetry