disquieted entitlement

feeds to fill

this void

this wound

insatiable pits of unworthiness 

unbelonging is violent

in what it destroys

consumes:

you see home is what you make it.

let me crawl into the space between skin and bone

let me live between the folds

invade your fascial tissue

you said i was my own 
parasitic 
this 'reciprocity' feels narcissistic

i guess a boundary is but a membrane

to eat through

let my thirst drain you

of your own water;

your own

relational

distinctness

so i can live

some place other than myself.

make your body my host;

my ‘dream house’

call it anarchy, liberation.

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