your hands, greedy and persistant,nnare clever beyond their years.nnone minute running across my skin,nnand the next digging and gripping,nnclaiming a gnarled clump of flesh as their own.nni try to breathe, try to stay shallow,nnbut you are far too much to handle.nni dont understand...nnto embrace my skinless bones in your arms,nnto devour everything that i am,nnto take pleasure in this,nntime and time again...nni question my allegiance to conciousness.nni need to stand boldly again,nnacknowledge my bias for your astounding grace,nnand feed it right back to you.nnyou...a vulture waiting for my final collapse.nnmaybe your wings have room enough for me. n