The Fawn Says Sorry

Keeping the dinner table set
For the long line of transgressors
I can curate a menu that tastes like my marrow
I harvested compliance
To serve with my morals as a side dish

Greeting each guest with
How are you, lets bury the hatchet
Look at how good i am at sacrificing myself
Don’t you like the way
I throw my bruises to the side for you?
Like me
Like me
Like me
I’ll step over my own body on the way out
Bend my leg backwards to leave footprints on my flushed cheek
Your knife looks inviting
Like a wolfs mouth
I can’t help but lean closer to peer inside
Crawl inside

Maybe I’ll make a home in the back of your molars
So when you pick at your teeth
I can only bury further into the gums
I’ll become your after taste
After thought
Stain on your record
Maybe then
I can apologize to you
From the base of your throat
For being so easily chewed
Fooled and digestible

-D.V