Hungry like spirits from
The underworld
Saliva
Thick as the
cummed sperm of a virgin
nagging
towards the call of gravity
as ghosts hunger
for the living part
of my soul
Stitch me
to the hand of God
don’t let me loose myself
stitch the clocks as you
stitch the earth
to me feet
let me grip solid ground
Stitch against my nightmares
Stitch my thoughts
Stitch my virginity
Stitch my mouth that screams
“STITCH! AGAINST THE ITCH”; scratching
In my soul
Stitch my broken spirit
Stitch me whole!
Stitch my pain from my brain
Stitch the sound of my voice to silence
Stitch my fears to the grave
Stitch me to the world
Where the itch no longer
Requires attention
Stitch me to peace.