pick with your ragged, close-bitten nails
at my rust-scabbed skin. i feel no pain,
for beneath the scabrous strata lies
a deadened slab of scar tissue.
i did this indecent thing to myself,
unhinged my jaw and tore through the warm flesh and
cut my teeth on the blood-blistered bones,
to satisfy a craving.
i gorged and gagged and when i could swallow not a single morsel more,
i opened my dry and cavernous mouth once again to keen
for the starveling girl that could not be reached.