husk-hunger

2 hour undulating drills scooping psyche out of statues frozen, quiet screams released on screens of fluorescent flickers we’re copy machines dissociated states distanced by delusions of grandeur, selves and the calming sucking feeling at the bottom of your stomach can you feel the leeches squirming within?

There's a sovereign ache in the leg of the beast that grins in the mirror of the state police where truths are a dime and deaths are a dozen as currency rings on the fingers of the wealthy. Pangs wither our mettle, goad base natures, and divide our common sense for the commoner.

You sew starlight patterns in my eyes to scratch the itch of forlorn places that gleam. Release the silent trigger, spilling the entrails while I writhe, rip sutures of all that we may be yet still bound to breathe, our hands shake off burrs Redeeming in time the smallest smile binds our seams

It is lonely on this wavelength. I pass on fumes for pipes and fluff in navels, dusted off and rebuffed. Will you join me for a little while, and let the ripples pass through us? We could dance to and fro, one two three, and slide beneath one another for the time being.

This is your companion's silent yearning. You let my sounds between your ears to lick wounds you love most with reckless abandon. Headphones scream. Your tastes run bittersweet in 4am memories of when you used to moonlight. Our ilk gnaws on plane rides. Part and parcel, passengers at play, we want our cake and still eat in the bathrooms, the mirrors tuck our tails out of the way. Noses fond of the rush, scent has won again. Sutures know no bounds as pale imitations of teeth peek between fibers that mask the pulsing mass. Slightly surprised. I enjoyed our day as passengers trying to pass for humans. You drum me into the plastic with your

I loved you there. Glass shards strewn in dank stone walls. We gathered words to build a fortress for the human heart, for hope. For people who are breathing, machines that play their parts, we were life support for prisons from the start. I lunge. Kinetic particles fuse. Hopscotch, shock absorbers extend. Buffer my memories and what it means to be, to be loved I am the light breaker. Orange sparks fly. Radios rasp my arrival. We were trained to shred vocal chords Lest screaming alarm us from within. They used to be me. I was one of them, a drone. I want to be where you are My screen shows me the ways Charred rubber convulses la

Let me drown you in my liminal embrace. So like the sea upon the shore, my lips might ever kiss your face. And as nettled thickets grow as one beside the twisted brambles, our bodies entwined left love lines in shambles

The one with the thirst and the one with the hunger-- There’s no love, there’s no light when you’re under. Fade to black and our souls rot to twine within, tug the line through my teeth much to my chagrin. Bereft of breath in the heat of the waning night You hold my hand with a grin in the sterling fight, I grasp at straws to speak the phlegm locked behind my truth Still, you soothe as I lap up your tongues’ grace, I bear your fangs and the lace of your chuff embrace.

Death is the refuge much like writing in the soft sketchy shadows on paper. The interplay of light and dark and gradient textures which we too move through and within and among each other shift like our murky pasts. How could we have been anything other than the encircling and folding, our careful paper creases like an origami figure fitted and interlocking though we cannot see it. Sensation. Thought tither while my hairs quiver on the back of my palms, a certain shaking, always flowing never mistaken—make no mistake the same moves within me as you. We’re like draft mates, wind saints, the breeze bridging us all. You just have t