Fables Of A Forlorn Forever #9

The air you

Exhale feed them all:

Winter fog,

Autumn breeze,

Summer heat,

Spring blossoms.

Your absence

Is their starvation. 

Fables Of A Forlorn Forever #8

To not see you,

To not hear you,

To not feel you,

To not taste you,

To not smell you,

Is to be punished

Every second I am alive

For a crime that only exists in our minds. 

Ravenous, rapacious;

Feeding on flesh.    

Being bitten,

Severed, bleeding.

Ripped off to the last morsel,

Skin and bone.

To be consumed till one does not exist.

To not exist at all.