Steak in a Pan

screaming hatred of things to come
tossed about in shouts of love
thrown around for a place not taken
too much
too much
back away a step or two
rotten food uncooked and gray
death of life
ingested by pain
living proof of mistreatment to thee
burning flesh
the smell so sweet
come to me my love
your skin so sweet
I will ingest you
you will not breath