totality crushes
red and blue flames
char and boil in bursting streams
all throughout, circulating and
articulating me—
a billion units of decaying anatomy
that buckle and fragment
at every scene I sabotage
and blunder

him, pierce so violent
him, scream so quiet

all while drowning in hands
that touch with love

whenever I inquire,
and feed me handsomely

ruining my moment of drought