I hear the breathing during my torpor,
rapacious immateriality rustling,
like some raptorial raptor,
like some alternative whispering.
Am I sensing sentience in otherworldly form
or projecting my own panic?
Have I contacted unearthly norm
or am I becoming chronically manic?
Count me among humans incapable
of messaging with any other species.
Nature’s diversity makes this fact inescapable.
Earth’s living order is full of mysteries.
In what fog could I detect extraterrestrials?
Might I be oblivious to their presence
or might they enlist my manic essentials?
Indeed, such beings may signal their sentience.
You are gluttonous, wrathful, and frigid
I’m always watching you, even as you sleep
We're killers with murderous instincts
I’ll annihilate all that hurts you, spit on their low life headstones
We’ll fill the grave yards, my psychotic sugarplum
Floating on surreal beams, you never smelt so enticing
You’re my deranged priestess, the faith healer I will always come too
I’m feeling raptorial and incubus
I’ll stuff you in my mouth, pull your hair, cut your wind slightly, and eat you out slowly.
My love your provoking wrapped in a filthy fashion, you are royalty
Let’s make the weak bleed through their throats
The murder of blackbirds sings are song during sunrise
Body bags full of rotten heads covered in sores
Their bones pulverized to dust
This is immortal condemned agony
Darling lets continue this unholy heaving
Bite my skin and drain me
Let me feel your loving emotion through your fingers
Please enter my mouth, while I hold your chambers with sweat and covet
Sing like angle frenzy, your nightgown is compelling
Beautiful and terrifying, let us be in suspension
Kestrel
Focused falcon
Honed huntress hovering
Adjusts; stoops; lands; dispatches
Raptorial
With hunger comes a somber head,
Thus weakened by the lack of bread;
The filament of will is thinned,
The crop is filled with empty wind;
And time is creeping like a stone,
An urgent face in pace forlorn;
And while some goods are left to rot,
My stomach churns downside to top;
That by the time the aids arrive,
I’d have eaten half my own alive;
Half dead is dragged with clanging bones,
From mats of flies a dreadful drone;
And vultures buy time worth the wait,
The drooling dogs their mouths agape;
Until the motion goes to rest;
Upon my carcass hold a feast,
Fiercer than lion, o meaner than jaws
Sharper than eagle’s raptorial claws
Ripping the heart off the hollow of chest
Disheveling the rest that they cannot ingest
Racing to sit at the top of the heap
To perch on a sill for a primordial feat
Greed is the master, hunger the beast;
Man is the prime yet man is the least…
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