....

Our veins are attached to each other

Nerves, wrapped in pieces of flesh

Sense movements of thoughts

I swallow the echo of your pain

Drink your body

Which is not a piece of meet

Anymore

But liquid of gloomy mind

You gulp my breath.

Before you suck the rest of

My life syrup

I cut you

Each nerve of the tree

One by one

Your scream splits my heart

In tiny pieces

My bleeding wound

Squeals, calling

Your ailing trunk

I start to breath