It is rooted to my teeth
my stomach
my nostrils
my nasal cavities
It rustles when I breathe in
It begs for more when I bite
It screams when I swallow
I cannot be your choir boy
And I will not kiss you
not today
not tomorrow
not tonight
I've now made it through my second semester of university only to find myself wolfing down an explosive, uninhabitable vindictiveness to quell the equally overwhelming emptiness that eats right back away at me.
I have 16 or so unfinished poems strewn around my notebooks. I'm hoping to track them all down and complete them here, and I am also hoping to be dead and gone sometime within the next 315 days.