when the patterned noise triggered
up and active
i wanted to put a hole through my head.
i was held in a soft surrender
formed warmth through fitting sides
and tenderly encountered large hands
on my pleasing form
on my repulsive color
still erodes the bursts in the back of my throat
pushing into the fleshy mind
that cuts like a pearing knife
that i would peer into emptiness
and find the emptiness has found me worthy of embrace
and wanting of titled claim
i am not satisfied, and do not plan to be
i am not wanting a claim
i am not worth the wait.

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