MadamSarcasm

i need to stop looking for death in every body my fingers touch. i have been force fed old lovers, & slices of the moons lying dust for years- i am messy poems; i am fractured confessions. i am laughter & teeth. my jaws ache with the taste of wolves blood, & names. i am still hungry. give me your sugar; I will share my breath. remember, you are still made of starstuff, & i am no longer caged.