Baby
It is like starving, that kind of wanting.
A limewire feeding, stretched throat skin
pulled taut as each flame pulses next
sputters. Then, in a quickening wrench of
muscle and tendon, the gulp.
About Me
- madabandon
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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