wreck me

i want you

a serpentine figure pulling laboriously through thick honey

frothing with artificially saccharine hours and dreams

drowning in cheap, fabricated lust and passion

need sizzling in the wires you call veins

an apple you press to your maw melts into embers

burn marks coating your mouth

the water that follows shimmering into mist

the wasp approaching inhales and withers, a sad husk

a deflated balloon

your form is lost to feigned despair, all my future is inconceivable

so i stay awhile and heal the misfortunes

they're not gone, nor will they ever depart

the plague that disarmed the mighty is not uncontrollable but

you let it fester, encouraged it unconsciously

i tried to touch and my amber coated fingertips, contaminated with void

clutched my soul, digging deeper

my being presses an apple to its lips

a crackle of flame ignites