The Flesh That Feeds and (In)Human Behaviour by A.E. Cox THE FLESH THAT FEEDS The mind thick with a prolonged appetite and an unsound affection that lingers It slithers and wraps itself around pale flesh, sucking from youth its healthy beauty With yellowed brittle nails and sickly tinge, the arms of desire grip again quietly Far from the longed insouciance, the manic tribe calls of a cycle begin The inevitable cry will be heard tonight, within the cruelty of blinding night A consistent stare of tired red eyes and hum of inhuman vibration resides A test to succumb to its threatening pleas arises once again like a clap of thunder Trembling of limbs and quivering of lips create a soft rhythm of helplessness And as the curtains dance in the wind, the temptation climbs to its highest peak It drags its rigid claws along internal flesh and seeks out the awaiting sweet cries They pierce the thick layers of air, filling fragile ears with the intense wrath (IN)HUMAN BEHAVIOUR The taste of tender flesh upon my swollen tongue feed the Craving The scent of sweet musk stings my flaring nostrils feed the Craving The sound of innocent tears creeping down her cheeks feed the Craving The sight of pink irritation surrounding the mounds feed the Craving The touch of a weakening grip around my thick wrist feed the Craving « BACK |