there's this lust in me for sweetness and heaviness.
kinda makes sense with my need for gravity,
and to counteract the bitterness in my blood.
but it scares me,
the little monsters in my marrow.
wide mouths, glistening teeth,
insatiable cravings.
nothing is ever enough.
and then i have to suffer.
at least there are things to look forward to.
like meeting the calming fluidity i feel in your arms.
the balm of your hands quietening the sound of grinding teeth.
quietening me.
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