gluttony can take the form of greed
can it not?with tendrils, mere morsels of meat
wrapped around the forefingerslurped up into your cavity
down it, pleasewe feed, we feed
there is only a crumb on the tablekeep the thing safe under your tongue
no one can force you at the muzzledogs crack and growl and
salivate at the sound of a belllicking up what's left of
our personagesare we hungry for food
or for freedom
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escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces