Delving into the quiet spaces in my mind, I’m
Trying to find something to excuse me from this mess.
I want to caress
Your carcass under the milky light of the moon,
And search your ear with my forked tongue
And rape your heart till I’m full.
I want to be blind,
And I long to be woven.
I want my arms to grow callus
And sprout thin bones to help me creep across your hallway floor
I’m at your door,
Sccratching out my eyeballs,
Trying to Grab a hold of one to fling into your fantasy,