Fuel

Ripples of lightning flutter and rise in the blood,
feet have feathers, gravity a theory
insides immortal from the adrenaline of some pure graze
with a dessert, provocative to the point of near blindness.

Leftovers sour in the gut,
fingers lose their grip upon the handles of touch
chains of sugar's viper, bites in torturous fasting,
agony becomes the constant feast.