Damaged

We are the damaged ones;
broken and corroded and incomplete.
We are missing that crucial part of ourselves
that protects and preserves the spirit.
Our spirit is huddled, naked and
dying on the floor.
We unknowingly seek each other out,
like halves grasping at a whole.
In his eyes, I see the phantom
mirrored in myself.
At the core, we are the same.
The steady drumming in my chest
manifests my aching need.
We will devour each other
until there is nothing left but
deliverance.