Finger and feed

Everything around me shrinks and expands 
Memories compacted 
Fantasies extracted 
Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer 
This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes 
The faces and names are not real 
Only the tears, blood and glass are authentic 
We link hands and dreams to become the map of the damned 
Found a wound across my ribs, soft and fresh as a ballet shoe 
To finger and feed 
Memories flaccid 
Fantasies reenacted 
Finger and feed