Poems from Morganosaurus
In the moment, all I wanted was you
I was drunk on your smell, your taste, your empty words
Your touch was gentler than I thought it would...
Hunger yawns in me
Like some waking creature
It grows, reaching angrily
Searching, scratching, howling,
For something to consume
I give it...
Growing up wasn't kind to us.
It wasn't kind, and yet,
unlike the playground bully of our youth who was easily reprimanded and taught...