All my life I've been starving.
The world offered me feasts after
Feasts but it seemed that even if
I ate the whole Earth
I'd still hunger.
One day a witch approached me
Promised me a magic sack,
With just the right nourishment,
That wouldn't empty
'Till I die.
All she asked for in return
Were descriptions of dishes.
Their taste, shape, smell, in detail.
For she can only
Eat this way.
So I complied with it, gratefully.
She casts charms, orders to eat:
"Just open your mouth, it's there."
Bit groggy, I reach.
I feel it.
Marvellous, juicy, so fresh.
I praise that found piece of meat.
She smiles. "Dig deeper", she prompts.
So I break my jaw,
I lick the blood off my chin,
It's sweet and sour, just served.
How much further must I dig
For this feast's main course?
Hello I hated these sessions they felt like interviews for her enjoyment not my betterment and I hope my old one's coming from her leave soon...