Coldsweat

I close the door,

shouldn't burn yet,

the wires get hotter

palms are glowing

this is hot meat

metallic blood

this is open sweat.

show you with my fingers

draw with the eye

with your own breath

i tear your lungs

out this side of the blackest meadows

i make my winterdwelling

and crash my bones.

i'll sail out the window

i'll walk down the hedge

i will not finish

'till i'm fully satisfied.