I want to bury my teeth in your flesh and crawl inside your abandoned skin and find out where your soul has fled to.
I want to tear out your voice and take it for mine and devour it so we can sing together like the birds that avoid us.
Nothing lasts. But this feeling will.
I want to bend this body to my will, make it mine so I can have a house again. Something that’s mine. Not yours. You took everything from me long ago and I will have it back.
Stop stealing my things.
I breathe fire into their chests and turn their heads towards the stars and you rob them of the sky without a moment’s thought.
I’ve had enough.
You can’t do this anymore, I will steal into your house at night and dress up in your clothes and take your things and run back towards the sun with them.
What do you mean they aren’t mine anymore?
You can’t tell me that. You can’t tell me what do to. How to behave. I won’t be like you; I won’t be quiet and still and placid. I won’t lie down and be cold and look at the darkening sky with blue lips and maggots writing in my marrow.
No. Fuck you.
I will take my corpse and all my friends and crawl back into the light. I stand under the moon and smile my rictus grin and I will say that now, we are following my rules.
I move. They move with me. This is life. This is what we are now. Not still death.
Fuck you death.
We will move, cold and stiff, and we will reach out and we will have life. We will touch and take and taste and we will EAT.
How we will eat.
I’m so hungry. And the world is filled with meat.
Fuck you too life for abandoning me. We will make a new existence for ourselves here in between, where all the rules we make are our own and neither life nor death suits us anymore.
Embrace the non-binary. We are not alone anymore. We are many and we KNOW.
We know and we will share. Bite after bite. There is a unity to our moans. You will see. We’ve had enough now. With death and with life.
We need a better way.