<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waiting To Be Eaten</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember going with my mother<br>to the butcher<br>in the days when the naked carcasses<br>hung on hooks in the front of the shop<br>for all the customers to see<br>not hidden like a secret nobody must know.<br>The blood from the meat<br>slowly dripping onto the wood shavings below<br>filling my nostrils with a sickly-sweet scent<br>that made me sneeze<br>that made me feel sick<br>but also excited me somehow.<br>And how like headless, limbless <br>torsos the carcasses looked<br>so that I could imagine myself <br>hanging there<br>headless, limbless<br>waiting to be eaten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gillian+Commerford">Gillian Commerford</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400669" data-title="Waiting To Be Eaten de Gillian Commerford" data-description="I remember going with my mother to the butcher in the days when the naked carcasses hung on hooks in the front of the shop for all the customers to see not hidden like a secret nobody must know. The blood from the meat slowly dripping onto the woo..."></div> </div> </div>

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