Deep in the backs of my dark
I remind myself
to settle.
To hold still.
To hush.
Quiet.
Wanting.
Drip.
Drop.
Liquid.
Metal.
Teeth bared.
Gnashing.
Undeniable wanting,
held tightly
inside politeness.
Manners.
Sweet,
sinister haunting.
For if you could
see the shape of me,
true,
in all forms,
you'd correct me.
Hands placed firmly.
Awaiting correction.
Patient.
Open.
Waiting.
Yet you'l…
