in every direction
[...] i tear myself apart / i am sick. there is an angel that grows into my shoulder blade each passing day and it loves me and it loves it and it loves all the hims and all the ones who have yet to become. it loves me in the way that it takes and gently tears my limbs off my body parasitically growing into my arms and it is my arms. it breaks me with love; you can see my shivers and how i curl away from you when you touch me, god, i am sick and i am bent like a bone in all the directions that are not you / and i consume and i swallow like a baby bird stuck to the nest i can only eat what you feed to me and i can only leave when you let me. i am trapped and i am already gone all at the same time