The truth, restricted by my tongue,
burns behind a white cage of bone.
My bleeding heart is
falling
to my stomach
throws
as it churns and my love out as vomit.
My chest now rages with desire
hearing the calls of every primitive male's genitalia.
My conscience contradicts every craving
but is consumed by them.
As my sanity escapes little by little
my mumbled moans awake me.
I heard myself speak my father's names
with pleasure?
I disgust myself.
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