for the taking

heard you were coming so i laid myself on the table, for the taking. and come so swiftly, you did. you took your time with friends and wine. i was still a full plate then. but when the quiet hours of the night crept in, i had you alone, or could’ve been the other way around. with practiced grace your fingers lifted the spoon and scooped me up, from the inside out, it’s a long night, little by little im seeing the entire bottom of the plate, i can feel the wind brush against my bones, it’s getting colder,

i shiver a little but i stand my ground, i manage, i think i can hold this up for a while. im getting smaller while the space inside me gets bigger, how do i look now, cant even stand to look at myself for long, i am wasting i have no tears for myself, except for when you think i am still not enough, i wake up earlier than i should only to feed you, i almost cannot afford you, anymore