Self-Obsession

Self Swallows Self

I feel my teeth divide my bones

Maybe I'm severed, probably free

And all the while bleeding

At least my vision swims

My mouth's run red and porous

But now I'm not so hungry

I can sit a sorry while

To wait for limbs to grow

When I'm bitten, all I'm tasting

Like rust to old mechanics

Who seek it to dispose of it

Like normal men with purpose

Indulgences or sicknesses

My need to swallow my and me

But stomach swells in passing seconds

My meal is never gone.