i bit my tongue trying to bite the hand that feeds me
it was a simple mistake
i lost my taste for a heart so bitter it was freezing
and took a dangerous shape
address the occupant
the lodger, the lie
abandoned artifacts
a ghost in the wire
felt a violent ache
then a numbing quiet
i left my body in the crater wide and smoking
it was a turbulent flight
i saw a city in the distance grim and glowing
and floated into the night
i saw my fear turn on itself, a new invention
the mask was a surprise
the realization of a cycle without ending
never materialized