This is the second poem on the PRUK blog by Rick Belden. Find more of Rick’s work at

behind the black curtain
ugly parody of love
quicksand flesh
I am sinking.

too far gone
I can’t go home
poisonous feast of
fingers and tongues.

empty universe
primal isolation
I can’t find love
so I settle for meat.

strange meat in my mouth
my meat in strange hands
she is meat
I am meat
we are meat.

I feed on her
she feeds on me
I feed on myself
I violate myself.

I strangle myself
I choke on dark flesh
hungry and sick
killing my soul
trading my life
throwing myself away
over and over
for meat.

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Read Rick’s first poem on the PRUK website Pleasureland?