What do you do with all this desire

What do you do with all this desire, what do you do with so much mouth, salivating, sanguine, starving, searing with raw, undigested bile. The places in your mind, the voice of people you knew, stitching the skin around the cavity where you had a heart. There’s a hunger there, a madness you can’t satiate. The memories flatten you, heavy with a happiness you won’t ever remember.