RAPTURE

By Zi Lloyd-Jones

Gaping maw like no other

Knows Rivulet of blood from infant born

I live for these hills, this land I was raised

But burning like flame within

My instinct to consume

Skin, flesh, mortal grain

I care not, feed the fire

I do not want to be this way

I do not want to live

For destruction

So upon each setting sun I watch

Waxy glow suffused amber, ichor

Bury me in the long grass that itches

Embed me in the soil of our Mother

Should the urge overcome me again

And ransack my own humanity I would be forced

Gluttony, the tendons that glue me together

I sink incisor into tissue and laugh and gag

Raze me and my earth where I stand

Drenched in flame, I taste metal and star

I do not want to be this way

But feed the fire I do each torturous day

Shield my eyes from the unwilling exultation

Pierce my vessel through with spear

End my rapture

Lest I eat the whole of you

And your blood will sing of fear

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