I want you to feel me in your veins like fire:
darkening, hardening, burning.
I want to melt over you,
under you,
inside you
like butter.
Lay me down, spread me out
until I seep inside,
a taste you can’t get rid of.
I want to break you in two, feed on the soft parts,
feel you crunch in the middle.
I want to throw you away,
the pieces that don’t matter.
the tasteless edges:
lifeless, broken pieces,
So there’s nothing left for anyone else.
Because no one wants to eat burnt toast.