He Eats

opening my eyes,
early morning a red haze
of old familiar pain
jaws gnaw deeply,
growls as he
sinks his teeth
into the base
of my skull,
indulging on the
soft, grey matter.

in the violet-darkness
doors slam,
and my neighbor yells.
i wonder
if her volume includes
anything other than LOUD...
as his teeth descend
and continue
chewing,
saliva flowing.

pillow over my head,
  concentrate on the soft
around the hard edges of pain...
stomach clenches
listening to
grunts and greedy moans
as he enjoys

his breakfast,
bits of my brain.