Crashing

I know that I should stop
but I can't

I touch
and click
and bite
and hold
and breathe
and blow
and feelings move through me

Like Smoke and Mirrors

I have a pile of things
that I have collected all around me

I am proud of them
and in some way
I use them to tell you things.

For example,
I am not bankrupt

That could be useful mating information


I am broken
and a bit torn
and when I stop eating things

that had a face
or a mother

I feel it
a sort of withdrawal

A hunger
to eat

And not just eat
but consume
and destroy

Black
like the open road