Nervous System

EVERY single nightmare
Of your hips and your hair
Bleeds so fresh tonight!
Your ribcage and tissue

In the air.

As the moon turns on the night.
Skeletal systems are so rare.
Your tongue and marrow

In the air.

While your teeth give me long and
Narrow stares.
As the flesh turns on the night.
Turning on every nerve ending
In sight.