To consume is necessary;

to tilt my head, smack through the water,

gilding my sin,

 

look, gnaw, and press,

fingernails gritted a shifted grey.

The night clawed,

 

hissing laughters, a spittle with fears,

gurgled, and shackled,

hasty, and good.

 

Good for a second, the part played,

in the sip - the hiccup

separating us;

 

black welts

on my cheek,  with censor smudged.

Inhale a woman –

 

its not too late to,

it is a curing blood, and her voice

is charmed, charged,

 

chalk, a shark,

swimming in the shards;

the teeth littered - bites of a face -

 

amongst a mixed red,

and a hard, hard, a hard

floor.