The Spoon Whether icy cold or blisteringly hot You are plunged into clear or murky depths You are spun wildly your gleaming leg above the surface Slowly tapered you drink and come afloat Holding what you have tasted, you are summoned to me Your prize then is siphoned, and you are cast again Reeling in …

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The Fork How the light gleams off that metal skin, Your sharp tips ready to dive into flesh, Even as you taste the meat you’re moving, Slowly and steadily pulling your victim to me, You are under my control your victim taken, And as I feast upon what you have staked, You are forced to …

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