Starving for space

The ache opens up

The paths the light takes

Through the grey,

Clothed in white

 

I am ready with my lamp

To rip out the wick and pour oil

Onto your flames

Watch them dining on the dark

 

I starve for silence,

The cacophony of climax

When sun swallows night

 

Watching for cracks on the horizon

My pulse dips

The balance slips

Hunger yawns like a lion declaring territory

But this time I will wear it’s skin

 

Still I am only a silo,

Waiting for the swell when the emptiness ruptures

Praying for good reign.