what is desire? if not pleasurable torture, a game, a riddle to be solved.
it’s frightful existence, looming over our shoulders
waiting,
her gaping mouth consuming the bodies laid sight on.
she is a sweeping wave, a blanket that covers, and drowns.
soaked through, to the bone.
addicted hearts sneak their way out of sobriety
glued to the skin of its victims like the junkie heating up his next meal under the light of a spoon.
my heart yearns, she aches, and my body is opened as she awaits her doomed sentence.
lock me away, out of sight, out of mind,
calling unto thee, until awoken from her deep slumber.

















