Hunger of my Flesh
By
Words of K~
No more apprehensive moments of silence provoked by the loneness of the night. The wrathful gnashing; the hunger of my flesh awkwardly feels its way through the blackness of my soul. The horrifying screams of desire unfilled, crashes the heavy nights air. Humbled by this paralyzing fire that now burns its contemptuous flame. Alarmed I hear the whisper of my blood as it curses the very vessels that give it life. I’m awed by the power of this need; taking heed to this timid arousal. Fondling with caution I flirt with the disaster of this desire
