Ingestion

By Shelley M. Latreille

Your consciousness briskly pierces my soul, like the tortured fighting back.
Our minds are connected and remain turned on so as not to sever the connection.
I listen to your thoughts as I remain on your mind,
like a cannibal happily overindulging on living flesh.
The vagrants taking up residence in my mind rush forth to meet you with rancid vigor.
Your presence causes me grave distractions,
like a befallen limb you didn’t remember you had.
I’ll fight for you because your existence burns into my soul and
causes new growth inside the darkest corners of my mind and
lights my way through the demonic and troubled.
Your eyes burrow deeply into my spinal column and
cause my posture to stand straight, like the newly dead still clawing at life,
fighting to be undead and brought back into society.
I stare lucidly at you as you enjoy the flood of my words
washing over you with high intensity.
I tear my heart from my chest and hand it to you.
The blood drips eagerly from your fingers.
You ingest it warmly and my essence infects you
better than the most determined plague.
Our molecules become one and we run off into the mire and explore our destiny.