The cavernous hole in my stomach
is home to insatiable hunger.
I may eat the meat off your bones
I may drink the barrel of wine dry
and still you will count my ribs.
Watch as I peel off my skin
and cover my back in ruby scales.
Listen to the crack
of my spine's contortions
as I twist my body around yours,
gaping mouth with dulled out teeth
red as a scratched knee.
Maybe in the decaying breath
you'll feel the difference between
hunger for love
and starvation for belonging.