Consumption

Your breath clings to the cold air, so tight you'd think it was scared
The sign of life
The spirit easing into death, letting a piece of itself go with every exhalation
Puff, nothing, puff, nothing
Marking time until...
You have no time left

I wish we were closer
I'd look into your eyes and smile
Not mocking, but thanking
Congratulating
"Your life is not your own."
Maybe if that was the last thing you saw, you wouldn't be afraid. You wouldn't feel pain. Maybe if, even for one tiny moment, for just one breath, we connected there would be no "you". Or "me". We would see the contradiction, the whole.
We would be free.
Or maybe not. You have to remember I'm human. We have silly thoughts sometimes. Your eyes are on the sides of your head while mine are on the front. You are prey. I am predator.

One tactless gunshot is all it takes to end you
It feels like cheating
There's no intimacy to it, no challenge
You deserve better
But instead you have a bullet in your heart
Anyway, thanks. I'm sorry, it's nothing personal.

Your spirit greets me, eager to escape your body
Pee-yoo!
Smells like sage and shit and death
Did you know your brain is just big enough to tan your hide?
I doubt it
Maybe that's why it's me gutting you and not the other way around
You grow your clothes, I have to steal them

"Eating is the only way of truly possessing," a spider told me in a dream.
I think what she meant was:
Fuck all that other bullshit, to live is to consume
I consume you, you consume the grass, the grass consumes the sun, and the sun consumes itself
(By the way, has anyone ever made an ouroboros of the sun? Because that would be awesome)
While I am alive, I can lose my tools, my home, my clothes (very willingly), but I cannot lose that which is closest to me: my body
And my body is made of you
Well, not just you, but you're sure as hell gonna help
I think that's what the spider meant when she spoke of possession

The key phrase there was "while I am alive"
I'm part of the cycle too
I eat you today, but you will eat me tomorrow
We eat each other (not at the same time though; that would be weird)
We are the prey and the predator
The water and the wave
The connection and detachment
The murderer and the mystery