Bone deep digging for marrow,
pointed shards sticking shrike-like
from the roof of your mouth,
the pain part and parcel of the pleasure.
It makes my skin crawl, curl into
an undulating creature poised to attack-
alas no match for the monster in you,
the empty belly consumes as it drains,
even when you’re full, fed, and blessed you know-
you’ll need to feed again soon.
