Hunger

Beastly, visceral hunger

That’s what it is

It grows fast and stays fast

A binding spell

This hunger casts

It blinds

It kills the little gray cells

It makes you drool

Salivate

And lose control

You need to feel the meat

To silence the voices in your head

But even then they don’t back down

“Go for it, let go,

You’re hungry, its not your fault”

Say the voices in your head

Follow their example

For they have silenced

One of their own

Can you hear your conscience?

...

That’s what I mean

You dig in, go deep

Soak up the juices

You don’t mind how the meat is dressed

Or if it is at all

It wouldn’t matter if it was lean

Or raw or laced with fat

Well done or rare

So when you eat

Don't you dare

Blame it on the dressing

You know you wanted it anyway

And nothing would have stopped you

Not even your conscience

For that died long ago

Unlike your hunger.