Li/Quid

Death

Is but liquid desire.

I feel the need to burn inside eternal flame of hatred and fury

Within my absolution

And I will cry a thin veil

Of liquid water

As I starve without bread or butter

I feel the need for my ancestors to be forgiven.

Within my pulses of agony

I will squeal a tiny sound

Of liquid water

As I twist and turn amongst my sheets

I feel the need to wake myself from this nightmare

Between the rapid rotations of eyes

I sniffle a tiny song

Of liquid water:

‘If only I tasted you’