Silly garbage disposal
Stinky bottom of the sink soup
All the scraps
Ramen
Grizzle
Potato peels
Left over bones.
Stinky, sloppy, sewage,
Flip the switch!
Cram it down!
Push it harder!
Sleeve snagged,
Fingers chopped,
Diced,
Spliced,
Crunching flesh resounds off the backsplash,
Chunk, chunk, chunk,
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
But the sound is somewhat soothing,
And the pain is only sweet.
Rancid,
Up to the elbow the blade grinds.
Happy to not let go.
And I climb on the counter resting my head against the cool steel sink.
Up to my shoulders in self-destruction,
Hemorrhaging life,
Down the drain.
Feeding the whir of the engine,
I feed the disposal each limb.
Over days and months and minutes,
Waiting to bleed out,
Resting,
With only the lullaby,
Of the blade jerking through muscles and tendons.
The stench of smoke cuts through the iron rawness,
Heating the air,
And the chunk whir comes to a stop.
Quitting,
As I fall down the drain.
I am left at the bottom of the sink now,
Numb,
Left over scraps,
Rotting,
Waiting helplessly,
Covered in slime,
To be washed down the drain.
Bottom of the sink soup.
