creaturing
the tongue of the road
blood behind skin
fat all mixed
bruised from falling off the gravy train
grin bulge
creaturing like a long lizard vertical on the tree
tongue tasting air and bark
lingering for an insect
like a dark shadow in bright light
but all ensconced in forest darkness
creaturing along on tight rapid legs
what an existence
all of this universe
all of this food
This endless hunt
this hormone of existence
a powerful chemical
driving the creature in us forth
The mouth such an archtecture to it's prey
between teeth
each one embracing
yet the release is not given
the tongue possessed passes judgement
The taste of flesh of life and of sin
the scales hidden somewhere inside the tastebuds
the conscious moment of death
The final peak before an etrnal slump
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