iPhone

You have plastered my eyelids open 

Non contact tonometry

Force fed with gavage until I no longer awake 

at the smell of burning grease.

Burrowed into retinas like a small flaming needle,

each flick a savage hunger

so passionate and blistering that only once I am vomiting do I cease 

to consume.

Caress my cerebrum in your arms

Mold my synapses together

Treading your fingers down the lurid beige sides until it is to your liking,

Until I can no longer remember what color the sky is

just before it folds into night.

So I stop smelling petrichor and go to sleep wondering if I will ever feel 

the rain caress my fingertips

Like it did before they were stained with the sickly sweet fluid of my self doubt.

Keep me craving more.

So that I trail off when I open my mouth to speak because I simply lost interest in my own self expression

So that each broken human runs to your arms so quickly they fail to notice the knife behind your back

So that every shattered soul bleeds green into your pockets.

Without it I am

Nothing

Without it I am

Alone

Without it I am

And I have been made to deny that.