Consummation

You have consumed me
like a parasite.
You have diligently eaten away
at the inside of me.
You have harvested my organs
ripped into my bloody beaten heart, so
what is left inside me now?
Now that you have eaten
me up. Taken what was
within and put it
inside of you.
I want what is yours.
I want to devour your
flesh in pieces;
until I get back what is
mine. I want what
is yours.
To ravenously inhale,
your parts too.
To leave you empty,
incomplete. Parts of
you missing
I want you to frantically
search the cavity
where you used to
be. To find yourself
lost. I want to consume
you. The way you
have consumed me. Insides spilled
out. This way, I live now.



uninvited guest

you
slip into my
velvet skin
stretch out your
hands. your new
fingers look pretty
don’t they?
is it ecstasy to
be looking through my
crystal eyes? do you
know me now?
can you taste the
briny tears as they fall
between our parted
lips? isn’t it fine
to feel the hollow
in my chest, where you
tear whole pieces
out of my heart?
as you gaze in
the mirror, wearing
my supple skin,
is the face you see
me or
you?