Sunday, June 20, 2010

Anything Else


Malevolence threaded in the necessity of survival
Brain, mouth, and cheek bone considering
The ferocity, intensity, and need
For trying the grove
I live in the undying of famish
I know the taste of blood
And I am hungry

Why would you be in the room
What sense is in that
You live in the effervescent and pungent
There is a continuing flow of saliva
I am lubricated
I am here to consume you
You are my nourishment

Did you know that I can leave you alone
That in the face of ravenous hunger
I can stop at the brink
That I have the ability to exercise choice
And that as we speak I am deciding
Between consumption and acquiescence
And that I choose acquiescence

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