A craving sits deep, heavy in my stomach And slowly crawls up, up into my throat. Spreads its arms out and Wraps its viny fingers around my collar bones. Rests its left elbow on my heart, Casually. I try to feed it but It rejects my offerings. I'm trying my best I tell it. This isn't what I want! it hisses back. What you want isn't so easily attained Then I guess you'll have to starve it says as it takes a bite of my inside and grins.