A lightning of impulse
Struck unto
My sweltering neck

The pulsing veins
The gripping hands
A lockjaw
And spastic legs

Callously trying
To find hold
Only to
Sink deeper

Rip it open
And set free
What you feel
So clearly
But nobody
Can see

Sole contraption
Begotten
Cursed are we
A single drop
Of bitter wanting
To complete