Captured

Captive to the captivated
perched
upon the very edge of my
precipice
Tears filling my eyes
Fears consuming my mind
My stomach
empty
a vacuum, hunted
by the haunted
pale and gaunt
trembling
with knees scrunched
inwards
rocking back and forth on the damp bed
where she once lay

my words are too much
my words are too much
I push push push
impatience
I rush rush rush

How I long to be real
To be consumed
completely
in all my glories
with all my failures stripped and laid
by my bare bleeding feet
How I long to be consumed.