Consume Me

A Poem

Photo by Taylor Leopold on Unsplash

this relationship with Self

has long been a perfidious charade
though she is not deceived, scoffing instead
at the clumsy pantomime, waiting patiently
for the cue of her ingress, where she will

(without a single accolade)

thrust me aside
and perform her
existential dance

in the end,

her mouth will transform into a staircase
the roof, a sky glistening with stars
and, mesmerized, I will enter
finally ready to be consumed.

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