I am swallowing books. Gulping them down. Barely chewing. Words get stuck in my teeth and whole characters at the back of my throat. Sentences dribbles in my oesophagus. Too fast, I sometimes choke. Choke on whole worlds, tiny universes. It's all sticky pages and blinding synthaxes. Craving, craving more. They might go away, they might go away. Please, don't let them get away (tie them with twine, swallow them with honey)
I want only stories to fill the spaces between my veins, and a library between my lungs.