I.
touch
a lonely,
public
cannibalism—
we feed on others
to sate a hunger
we cannot name.
we only have one hunger,
and it is food.
so naturally,
we eat the one
who makes us salivate,
and someone else eats
you
for the same reason.
eat
eat
eat
flesh over flesh
the cycle continues,
yet we never run out,
cannibalism
a snake eating its own tail.
the cure to distress—
consumption.
harm turned into
control.
autonomy.
you eat
others,
you eat
yourself,
you devour,
and that's what makes you
human—
being an end.
the craving for finality
mistaken for
flesh.
II.
bad ending
this is how it always ends
you know this
you can't accept it
the bell tolls
you know this
warm hands and tender touch
the safe grip turned red
the eyes that shone with love
forced open, remain unseeing
you know this
yours see still
it is an injustice
it was meant to be longer
it was meant to be a lifetime
your thread of life was longer
this is how it always ends
whether you bow in grief
or in prayer
or, and—
and.
this is a wound that will bleed forever
time passes you stand still
you, a ghost
tethered to the blood staining the wood
you were always the ghost
you try to forget this
but
the bell has already rung
this is how it always ends
III.
my lonely star
a scab you caress just to pick
a cage you rattle until it sings.
you; a kiss of the blade
your threat so tender
that leaves me with scars.
you storm into my life
to bloom into my world
my love,
my melancholy.
you will stay with me
be it in pieces; yours or mine.
you,
the ashes of the burning skies
falling as though snow;
you,
my love from another star
you, a dying sun
and i, a blazing star
hold me as you burn white
please