Glutton — Heart Breathings

I crave the soaring fly, the savory-sweet dopamine high, the trojan-horsed famine to feast, fist to mouth feeding this homeless core, my shattered beast, desperate to numb its bitter and cold, but its icy fingers won’t release their deadly hold I yearn for the rolls and folds to soften the deadly blows, for this insulation […]

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