Silence, hypnotic.
The harps
are now playing.
As I rise,
He rises.
The sugar is
sweet,
but the courses
incomplete.
He’s full.
I double over from
hunger in my belly.
Now,
deafening silence and
hypnotic remains.
The leftovers rot.

The grand organ
shatters while still
playing my song.
Shards dig deep
into my flesh.
It fucking hurts
more than I
can bear.
Time.
Time.
Time.
New skin grows
and covers.
The music dulls,
So I pretend I
can’t hear it
anymore.
They don’t want to
hear about it
anymore.
But,
I can.
I can.
I think I always will.

Time.  Loud chimes
this time.

But I don’t want this
portion to go down as my
only consumption
felt.
This meal
you couldn’t quite
Stomach.

I wanna feel new.
I wanna feel real.
I just wanna feel
again,
and devour the food.