a hunger swirls in my insides, tickling the back of my ribcage with longing. here we are separate but longing to be consumed. into the fire now just burning embers. boundaries tease me with their edges. the seeming borders between things that if we could perceive properly we would know are seamless. someone’s nimble fingers pull a coarse thread through my fabric and with catch of thread on thread i am pulled towards you. edges dissolve and the illusion is gone. my skull cracks and light, endless, floods in.