I wake up with a void already alive and gurgling in my chest.
I brush my teeth while it screams with hunger,
I comb my hair and it gnaws at the meat on my ribs,
I change my clothes while it licks the bones clean.
I go to work while it curls up around my spine, snoring.
I walk home and it stretches, leaving claw marks on my ribs.
I make dinner while it licks my blood from its lips.
I go to bed and it watches, eyes unblinking in the night.