oatmeal

i am the unborn thing
from a cracked egg, spit
food into my mouth
i wait and writhe
i starve for things i gave you
once, your birth when i spat
promise down your healthy lungs and now
i come for the interest
i want the blood 
out of your own 
meat. i'm scared and i want to be full

i beg you feed me 
feed me 
feed me
please i'm hungry feed me 
i'm starving feed me feed me i'm dying
and haven't i done enough? please
even when this thing 
starts to scare you-

feed me what i fucking ask for

burning on the gray coil
of my deathside, before you sky
let my teeth grind your muscle
your own blood
in the limp 
razor of my beak