wherefore art thou romeo

KILLS

from beneath the earth it rises,
and into my bones it seeps,
and through my veins it pumps,
and into my lungs it breathes,
as primitive instincts so happen to do;

so slowly, surely, i reach-
and steadily, hungrily, i clench-
my fingers graze your creaky ribcage,
and puncture your ineffable heart,
as primitive killers so happen to do.