Will a knife hurt as badly as
The word dripping, hanging from
Your finger
A deck of cards choke my wrist
I couldn't break or stay

Would an intention change out of an
Increase of a biting soul? A flourish
Of untamed, unseen branches asking
Myriads of thoughts and passions

Where is the point
To which you will catch your heat and
Ingest your selfishness, your hunger?
Fuel an impulse, fill mysteries with numbness and certainty
Feed a desire, for completeness trails appetite