Spoon Fed

Spoon Fed

Get coddled
Take a bite

Grip my wrist
As tight

As you can
While I pry

Your mouth open
And plunge it in

Filled with nurture
Against nature

No resisistance
Strong enough

To resist the pull
On your closed maw

Or push away the wrist
And disobey

Woo me
Don’t lose me

Keep resisting anyway
Because the spoon’s coming

Feel the cold silver
Wrack your teeth

Let the cold feed
Slide down your tongue

Choo choo
Here comes the train

End of line
Don’t disobey

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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