Forming a Thing to Be

Listening softly
A sleepless obsession that I am watched
Fingers glistening, they unseam the hillside
Flaying scorched earth

Their coats are the black starred sheet
Unraveling the truth in laughing damnation
Melting through the cracks of isolation
Passing through the gate
Pealing back the lids

I ruined you, and I want more
In the damp corner huddled too close for breath
A part of this place
The shadowed pattern in the back of the brain

Breathing in the bending walls
Where love has been scraps fed to the dog
Now that I have grown teeth, hate feeds me
Where is my prey



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Welder
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