Curl

This earth is stark
Crooked and toothed
I'm filled with bile
See it swelling over

I hate that I adore
The way you curl in me
I want to burn your house down

Five fingers fold
Reach around your vein
You won't want to know
But I'll stay till morning

See my shadow
In the mire
Losing faces and traces of meaning
Deep in the waste of the earth
We come undone