to be held in your arms is to
hold my breath,
wait for the drop and wonder
whether you’ll let me fall.
amidst the waiting
anticipation becomes an animal
gnawing at the patience that
threatens to break
as i trace the veins beneath your skin
and resist the urge to sink my teeth
into every promise you’ve withheld.
but with bloodlust comes hunger
and with hunger comes pain
and i believe if i stay here in your arms
i will starve to death
the maggots unable to feast on anything
except the desire burning through my bones.
9/6/26
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