a thousand thoughts between me and a single spoken sentence.
i wait for the breath between your words, the motion of your mouth and the rise of your chest.
break me here: the rapture has come and gone, and you and i the wiser for it.
the density of prolonged suicide, the weight of the consequences i carry: i cannot make you understand the tectonic shift of your tongue in my mouth. i would not show you how deep the scars run.
if ever there was peace, it is for us. if anywhere there is joy, it walks toward us now.
break bread for me, the body offered up to the soul. armageddon is your mouth, and i welcome the sudden heat.
oh i am hungry for you. i am the chrysalis, writhing.