Leech

Open up and bleed on me.
Satiate my plea; saturate
my ears with every ounce
of misery you dam within
translucent walls that glisten
threads of your unravelled seams.
Allow the leech to tear the vein
clogged with the source of your pain.
The deluge devours me,
demands my lungs, my heart,
my mouth until nothing is mine.
Desert arms now nourished can carry
you atop the Babel peak in a blink,
above the world once declared my own.
The only sacrifice: your cancerous pride.
If you can’t trust me with your life,
how can I offer you mine?

Critique

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