Carrion

The pain I inherited

always comes in waves,

contractions that mimic 

those heroic aches of birth.

You never know what might grow 

on barren land,

what hides beneath the surface

of your manic slang.

He will never be you,

will never have your legs

cold against my back

at the darkest of times.

Nothing feels good anymore,

nothing feels real

you know the things that I do when I'm in pain,

come and take me or kill me

just don't leave me, please stay.

Did you just want my flesh?

Nothing else?

Such a crazy thought,

never took you for one of those.

Vulture, vulture on my wall

who's the ripest

and ready to fall?