nothing sicker than the hole in the stomach that licks towards your faintly beating heart.
Of course you can't feel it at first, the beating signals all is running
on the tracks.
But a few decibels more and your rhythm grows erratic
ly, no waiting, just go
That's the moment it starts to lick its lips and stretch
its heavy lukewarm tongue, reaching
up towards that beating
No reaching, and it starts to tumble,
ground up in its own cavern.
Then the chewing begins, sucking and smacking of lips
pulling on your mucosa
gnawing relentlessly, sharply then large dull bites.
It grows in me everyday as the coldness crawls on my back,
it too licks the back of my neck, to tell me,
it's time.
Time for what? I don't know but I know that it tells the time well
and at this time there is something I must do
to satisfy the appetite the gnawing.
Then its full and I may regrow the inner linings
Until another day its hungry again, soon
not too soon, soon, not too soon please, soon,
any moment now,
