feel the wretched pulling
of WANT
the way it whispers into
your ear
ever so enticing
the worry that you WANT it
but you do not HAVE it --feel the rusty chains pulling
you apart
"more! more! more!"
they say,
the hunger grows stronger
the more that you eat --
"MORE! MORE! I WANT IT ALL!"you try to stop
but you can't,
swallowing the splinters of
each barrier you break
with a bending frog's tongue,
black as tar and minked
by half-submerged flies
in flesh
twitching in the
rotten taffyfeel the hunger ,
become the hunger
the hunger that ends
in the self devouring ecstasy
of digesting your
own flesh.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )