It’s in those first, white moments that you burst in
like some fat, clumsy intruder -
like some sly, blood hungry creature -
with your pickaxe and your paint thinner,
and your crook and Ureaus crown.
It’s in those last, breathless moments that you leave
like some blind, deranged predator -
like some great, unstoppable appetite -
with your void and your void
and your void.
And your void.
- Sar.