Small dark sliver
of glossy black
pulled from a crack
in the sidewalk
Strange, it seemed
a living liquid thing
in my hand,
silently singing
its siren song,
too lovely
to ignore.
A swift slip
down my throat
and the heat of it
settled and spread
in my belly,
filling me up
with a hollow
need.
From ache to pain
this gnawing swells
so quickly I can
hardly breathe,
and I try to quell
the panic as I cannot
help but wonder
just exactly
what
might satisfy
this hunger.
2 comments:
This is brilliant, compelling.
Where have you been. This is excellent. Come to some of our poetry prompts. You will dazzle us!
love-lacro
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