The Hand that feeds
Let me cut and chew the words,
despair and remorse in equal measure,
for what is life is not sadness incarnate?
Life’s gristle has lodged in my throat,
thick and tasteless,
but I must chew this all day long.
So, let me sharpen my teeth,
all the better the bite with,
and make the best of it.
©️ Emma Steel
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