I am
unwanted
unloved
torn in half
ripped in two
cut into pieces
boiled in your stew
the heat
sears my flesh
but my heart
raw, bleeding
sits untouched
lonely
as you watch it beat
its last pump
you smile
and taste your soup
seasoned by my pain
your food, my body
it tastes good to you


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 389 AF.