I force a dense clot through the narrow opening.
Mercilessly I crush.
Ceaselessly I press.
I pump a scorching current to the crunch of bone –
you must burst from the excess.
I drive the weight deeper still,
I shatter your silence,
I feel for the bottom.
I will pour myself in like viscous tar until you choke,
until a panic spasm convulses your entrails,
until you retch me out,
begging to expel my weight.
I want no submission –
I crave resistance.
Fierce convulsion. Sharp suffocation.
I press in.
I wait for the reflex. For the blind instinct.
Resist.
Cough me up.
Cast out the insolent invasion.
Break.
Draw your limits.
Prove your finitude.
My piston shreds your emptiness.
I wait for the spasm,
for the last suffocating thrust back.
Choke on me.
[SILENCE]
A muffled collapse.
Resistance drained away.
The echo of the fracture settles as dust.
No pulse, no reflex.
Only viscous tar on the walls
of the torn cavity.
There is nothing to break against –
the bottom I reached goes clean through.
Having met no limit,
my own weight collapses inward.
The support is gone.
Underfoot – only a draught.