Chatter and aching
Building and breaking
Too deep to find, detect or settle
Shouting and hushing
Constructing and crushing
At nighttime, morning, and in the middle
Rumbling under my calm smile
Pulsing with a liar’s bile

Unsatisfied and yearning
Rebellious and returning
Hands and heart, mind, body, soul
Itching and self-abused
Unable to resist the muse
Consequential life-destruction toll
Long-lost hours of fragile peace
Locking away this famished beast

Wanting and needing
A murderer and heathen
Truthful identity concealed from the mirror
Denying and ignoring
Apathetically deploring
This wicked traveler should cause me terror
Emboldening me towards certain death
Enticing me to abandon rest

But I really like her