Indigo

Object to metal, metal to paper, paper to wire in the greed filled minds.

one digit at a time slips slowly passed lips.

knuckle then fist, sink slowly into wrist.

salty then crimson, further push in.

round the entity is turning, progressing, growing, spinning.

consume is the singular constant ripping at the conscious.

I see it in the cracks on the ground.

Behind their gaze, when eyes are upon it.

the skin folds slightly in reaction.

In the back of the throat, there’s a low gargle of it.

Begging it to live inside, feed from the spleen.

Unable to synthesize the inapt bile spilling.

Insatiable for what cannot exist outside of its cage.

The gentle caress of patience before it is eaten.