Glutton — Heart Breathings

I crave the soaring fly, the savory-sweet dopamine high, the trojan-horsed famine to feast, fist to mouth feeding this homeless core, my shattered beast, desperate to numb its bitter and cold, but its icy fingers won’t release their deadly hold I yearn for the rolls and folds to soften the deadly blows, for this insulation […]

via Glutton — Heart Breathings

Posted In

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s