I've taken up a writing challenge with Fleassy Malay entitled:
By Brian Ernest Brown
Sometimes I find myself eating glass in my dreams.
I feel an odd compulsion to take a bite and then another.
I watch horrified and yet transfixed at the very sight.
Wondering what the outcome might be.
My hunger for you is much the same as my dream of eating glass.
Deliciously alluring but most assuredly deadly.
And I intuitively know the outcome.
You would shred me from the inside out.
Even still, I ache with an insatiable craving for you.