photo by Miranda Chop

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.