wyspurr

here's a poem i wrote today.

Outside In

She eats my self
and licks her fingers clean
cat-satisfied
wearing my heart
like a wet glove

Each time she moves a finger
she plays puppeteer
soul-spine engineer
Ligaments wrap around
joining the flesh between
Even surgeons can't sew
as close as this

I feel she will become me
she sears through flesh and bone
nowhere left to hide
this ecstacy of Becoming