Wow, this is an incredibly, visceral poem about the gutting of a chicken, or really, the metaphorical gutting of a person. I like how you interspersed your stanzas with excuses, reasons why they did not mean to gut the narrator. So you have these lines about how the narrator is being brutally murdered, all the way trying to rationalize away the actions of the people who are hurting her. What a great metaphor. Like, wow wow. The line 'I'm sure a long and lengthy plan they drew' read as a bit stiff to me. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but it just doesn't feel right. Overall, this is an amazing poem and I am in love! keep up the great work!
-Alice
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