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.