Soul Food

Soul Food

She picks at my brain
Like a monkey in a tree
Fishing for termites.

Her patience is impressive
She explores every crevice,
Poking and prodding, layer by layer
Consuming everything she finds,
Leaving nothing but her ghost
In each hollowed chamber


Prose for Thought

6 thoughts on “Soul Food”

    1. Thank you… I’ve been surprised by the responses to this poem as I think it’s very dark! But it’s fascinating to see how subjective poetry can be, and also reassuring, as I feel generally my poetry is very one dimensional compared to other people’s.

      I enjoyed reading your own and other people’s prose4T blogs too.

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