Feed the Beast

it's funny how you sneak like floors through doors you creep; i struggle with this silence, i sense your need. pain is a whisper, travels in echoes, arrives assuming compliance. feed the beast, rip me open like a scar, lap up the feast. nowhere is too far, distance is the least of all worries. mustered courage breaks, snow flurries on eyelashes, moistened blinks. she takes moments, considers & thinks. the fire of desire is no match, turns blood to ash. movement is merciless, becomes its own distraction. & suddenly, no more; they're but dreams, it seems, a tightly shut door.