Memory Eater Poem by Blaine Strong

Poetic devotion, gnawing away at our emotions like angry pihranna.
My shortness of breath bringing me closer to the grips of death.
I wanted to write a poem about love and sanctuary, but everyone was scared and laughing at me.
Each line I write, the rhythm turns shyly away, I can no longer rhyme.
I think back to a different time, before the storm.
From my ears appeared a slimy worm, bearing in its teeth my brain matter.
The part responsible for memories, now I can't remember your name.
Every day I touch hot stoves because I can't remember they burn me, like butter you churn me.
Will you ever feel my skin on your warm neck?
Your lips are like a drug, let me taste them.
There's no reason to be such a cynic