Sometimes When I Touch My

Author: LRLI

sometimes when I put my hand in my mouth,I notice my teeth feel funny.they are strange and ceramic structures that have peaks and dips like a alien mountain range,cool and abandoned planet,damp and full of living ,thriving bacteria.I wonder what kind of lives they live,breeding and shitting in the lunar biozone habitat that is my mouth.I creep over the tongue and slide more so I can taste my fingers.I chew my hangnails and the little gritty bits of cheesy dirt from under my nails.I feed my little bacteria people.I love them.I am their benevolent, god of the grinning skull.I find my plump uvula and squeeze it.I feel waves of pleasure course through my body,orgasmic and wailing,groaning and slippery I keep going,greedy to know more of myself,my insides,to feed myself on my self like an ourobouros of intestine, I reach out in hope to touch something,my eyes bulging so hard out of my head they could pop.In the hopes to make a full connection I keep chewing.I taste the rich buttery taste of blood fill my mouth adnd coat my slippery portal to completion,and I reach farther,impossibly far.I feel the seashell structure of my windpipe open like a uterus being ripped apart by its fruit, a delicate thing maimed by natures insistence to reach its goal.and so I push onwards, to that radium lake where I, all aglow, will become one with myself.I will melt and burn layer by layer until i am nothing inside of myself and all that ever was was me.I can feel myself gnawing the stretchy parts of my hands after I have been chewing for some time.I take it out to admire the geometric beauty of the structures exposed to the glistening light.When the nurse comes I show her the beauty of the moment I have acheived with myself.
she screams and runs, like a train running right past my face I was supposed to catch,but never knew when to get on.Well burning worm,fiery head of hunger….I am your bird.

I start on my other hand,chewing chewing; chewing