Consume
I binge and consume literature like it’s the essence of myself
Because my mind is a stream of thoughts that carve metallic love
It’s my flesh and blood
And so consciousness doesn't satisfy me
It stretches a deeper void and drowns me in the ultimate nuisances of myself
The nihilism daunts me, picks me up like a prune and swallows my body in artistic doom
so I am destined to melt into the page
I speak until my tongue is dry with vinegar and my skin starts to sweat with salt
But my body revolts, and I remember the fatal sound of exhuming truth
I am consumed
Posted Mar 23, 2022, 5:46 AM UTC
This poem is great at painting a picture, I absolutely love and have reread 'so I am destined to melt into the page', very apt description of one being consumed in a novel, and the contrasting 'my body revolts', as though it's not as simple as falling or melting, it has its own sense of struggle. Beautiful!
thank you so much!