Edible,
I was into it,
Eaten up and force fed,
You can beg yourself,
Stupid!
My knees are gone,
Worn through and torn out of place,
Intubate,
Swallow,
Hold me,
Mop my brow,
Crashing like Plates.
I told you about the empty walls,
they're speaking but they're such a bore,
and under my thumb...
a single thorn,
but it's not pressing into anyone,
If I pressed it into anyone,
It would be you,
It would be you.