

hunger.....the hunger that lays beneath these eyes scrape within my skull to tease me into tasting the sweetness that moves frantically beneath her skin as if try to run away fom my flicking tongue. knowledge of the horrors i could comit for a taste is all i can do to stop from delving in for a taste. how the simplicity of her vessel makes me hunger so. to the point of collapsing all control learned,all morals believed, and most every thought banished. merely leaving the thrirst for her, in all her simplicity my desolate being engulfing itself to restrain from her scnet brushing my senses. noticeing nothing this ignorhunger.....


cruel understandingprojectiles of understanding piercing my frail vessel and invoking a spasm of recognition of repition of the crumbling of this existence.cruel understanding
these jagged holes left by this cruel knowledge spread across my flesh with unthinkable ruthlessness.
ripping massive tears into the crevices of my hidden past tearful existences. this unwanted knowledge coming with the price of the destruction of my hope.
unable to shed this existence like those of my past frightens me more than repeating of these events.
it is the knowledge that ill have to move through this hailstorm,risking my being to


the kettleThe kettlethe kettle
I hear a shrill noise from the kitchen The old kettle, Steaming with fury, On a coal fire range
Shrieking and hissing, Like a live thing, The heat from the fire, Rises in a shimmering haze
Im standing in a daze Watching the water bubbling and overflowing, Bursting from the lid, Dripping and sizzling on the plate,
The roar of the fire is louder now, And Im rooted to the spot, Mesmerised by the orange-tongued flames Threatening to escape the grate
And devour the whole room In one f