Curdled Milk Veins
Category: Poems

My veins are filled curdled milk and still I am not full.
I gorge myself on the sweets I've been denied;
How I love the taste of their sweetness with the saltiness of my tears.
I consume until my thighs pour the sweet smell of milk.
The summer gnats come to consume me until there is no more.
Then I will happily be whole.