Rigged

The body is a barrier,

opaque, impermeable,

seven layers of skin

wrapped around soft innards,

blood, vessels, organs.

And when I reach down my throat,

grasp for my own heart,

I come up empty,

like it wriggled and slipped

from my claws.

As if my nails had been coated

in my own juices,

the saliva of my gluttony

and the blood of my wrath.

But there was no other games to play - 

none that mattered, anyway.

~ written 24th January 2025