Jul 31
Love snarls in my chest
a fevered thing,
foaming at the seams,
scratching at ribs like a cage.
It slips to my mouth
I chase it on splintered limbs,
teeth bared,
howling with hunger.
a fevered thing,
foaming at the seams,
scratching at ribs like a cage.
It slips to my mouth
I chase it on splintered limbs,
teeth bared,
howling with hunger.
