Caloric Fire

I am a consuming fire
in goes the food
it burns in the radiant darkness
Through me calories transform
into some kind of energy
so often passive
the constant in and out of breath and heartbeat
 So it goes

Weeping

How can you mend a wound that is weeping?

A thorn in my side, an aching stinging thorn

and I break the stick of punishment over the coals of burning heartache as I grasp at everything grasp at nothing hoping to ease the pain hoping to release the stick of inconsistency as nothing I say makes sense,

now