Repulsed

Find no one to blame
You are the one with a crushed head
With a halo of vultures.
Your wings have lost their feathers
They're all meat and bone
Pretty you are no more
Inviting may be to a tribe of insects.
Crusty scales cover your body
Don't touch yourself.
Parched tongue and grey eyes
Caked with a destitute solitude
Dream of that oasis of tears.
Bloated belly and shrivelled breast
You're the unkind picture of your truth
Let those vultures fly you to your heaven
Give them a taste of your salt!