Waste All, Want All

I want to rip the gleaming stars from their branches,
eat the ripest and spit the seeds into the night.
I want to sink my face into the soil,
gnash and wail and feel the grit in every bite.
I want you to know: I am dying slower, now,
and burrowed creatures weep when brought to light.
I am forgetting the curves of my face,
and betting on oblivion over fright.

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