And I’m left to wonder if your betrayal
was the desperation of a starved dog
or a practiced knife slipping between
my shoulder blades; is there even a
difference when I bleed out the same?
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I would have cut my limb from my body
just to give you something to chew; but
when you are raised hungry, you learn
to devour the meal whole then look for
seconds. In the end, I will gently wipe my
blood from your teeth and ask myself
why I wasn’t enough.
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Hannah Yingst is a writer based in Birmingham, Alabama. When she isn't reading poetry, she is writing it or out enjoying a walk with her dog (a real Mary Oliver wannabe).