January 21, 2014   

Loneliness stands before me, a wolf foaming at the mouth. There are no other wants. Loneliness eats them. I dream of comfort when you eat my heart. Hideous cruel comfort of loneliness. My wolfish siren. I will starve you by feeding you my guts and my heart. I will pull my bowels through you. Feast on me wolf monster. Eat until you starve. Pull apart the flesh of my throat and leave me with nothing, for you have brought nothing. Your nothing is temptation and it is salvation. Your cruel comfort is my fulcrum. I am yours. You are mine. I will use you.