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.
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