Raw Consumption

There's your beginning, your end,

and here’s your middle

spilled onto the road and

painting the vehicle of fate as

it drags you cross country,

trailing itself with your blood against the wheels.

Here’s your middle,

your flesh tongued and chewed in my mouth.

I suffer through the heady and needy

absorption of one soul into another,

the raw consumption of your worth into my own.

And later, you’ll appear in the wounds I achieve.