Infinite Hunger

the angle whispers. a cacophony of waiting. 
distorted by the devout confidence of gravity. 
and all the sharp corners where truth lies in wait.

tangled fingers tugging on broken zippers. 
undeterred by what's inside.

the process finds her abruptly. 
a sudden detour in a path that seems clear. 

all the colors scatter. 
until only the empty outlines remain.

a series of fragile monsters. 
negotiating with stale nooses. 
and grinning corpses.

the edge consents. 
a delicate promise of surrender. 
the sweet obedience of shame. 

we are artifacts. 
crumbs in the corners 
of the mouth of change.