Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)

Consumption

I trim myself into slivers
for your comfortable digestion
yet your stomach still quivers
without concession.

The heartburn singes.
Vomit eats the tongue.
But you continue to binge
until it chokes the lungs.

Even if my bones were broth
you would reject it.
The lips beginning to froth
everything beneficial ejected.

So you'll pray for remediation
as you suffer from sepsis.
We'll both scorch from damnation
as you try to annex us.