Taking the line drawn
does it flower when touched?
Who is inside a small box opens
and looking out is a face
comes out and watches the bodies
Strewn around the maelstrom That is Me
who can I devour next?
That craving never subsides!
I bay into the night
I throat in Mime
Place My hands around that neck
Move to the next That hunger burns,
never subsides Fires gleam as I move
Eyes Feral and malevolent
and suddenly on the silk carpet
flowing around her and hovering
are the silk worms
Weaving an intricate pattern and a wonderful covering
Who can see her cold
shivers ripples shudders rack her being
and Yet her eyes rain down on Mine,
That look , that supplicant
Stopped in the Way
Free at last