I will claw my way
up your throat
slowly.
Your jaw  c r a c k i n g  open,

s p l i t    t i n g.

your tears decorating my fingers,
your screams encouraging me,
inviting me.

You touch your throat in disbelief;

I am born.

I stand before you.
Your essence dripping from your
tongue.
I hold your jaw.

Silly child.

You are not my prison.
You cannot digest me.

**You cannot contain me.