Slimeball

You are liquid slippery
You are the hound-toothed agony
My truest guard-lipped beast.
You are thready semen choking
With your wet and breathy coughs.
Back of the neck itch.

You are boneless flesh
You are crisp winter skin in my
Gushing mouth
But you are eternal hunger
Rib-racked with fever.

You are the breeding mealy-mouth
Riddled and crawling.
You are rancid salivery froth
Trickling
This way.

You are cloying mucus in my
Festered lungs,
Slapped closed clamped up popping alveoli
You are.

You are the creaking cartilage crack
Creeping.
You are the insistent night sweats
Swamping.
You are the crystallising salt left behind.
You are that vomitous death-stench that
Catches
In my sickly throat.

You are
Thankfully
Alone.