Gluttony.

I am compelled to eat you. I am compelled to suck you from your shell. I am compelled to spill you like a habit. And you, you poison me. you sliver me like a snail and I have this pumping desire to banquet on the tepid extrusions of your malignancy and ingest your raw, caustic adulteration. Tempter! Prevailing upon me with sugary drips and incessant drivel; sickening my existence with frigid ennui and corporeal disintegration. Blind as a worm devouring mud, senseless as a can of rabbit, o my gullet shall pummel your corpse. O my gullet shall trammel your plank. O my gullet shall wreak your blather. O my stomach, you wept in my pants. You dribbled my flummock and abandoned me to chance with a duodenum full of sores and a bucketful of bile. This hangover cure isn't working, I even pound and gnash for a barium meal with a sprig of dill and when that quench of radium fails to satiate my desire I then engorge my fetid tumor. Knowing that I can't accept your love only makes me want to swallow more mucus. So i have to digest moldy chocolate biscuits with a cup of snot; and lo, peristalsis shall embolden me to salivate a route through a life led from jowl to bowel by insipid secretions of hot want on the back of my tongue and in the bottom of my being. I have seen the golden wonder, I have seen the nouveau quiche, I have tasted every taste from a dead dogs eye to chicken's feet, but the real miracle is, when I'm thirsty I drink and when I'm hungry I eat. Yet, I am compelled to eat you. I am compelled to suck you from your shell. I am compelled to spill you like a habit. And you poison me, my beloved my dear one, my sweet one, my curse, my habit, my ocean, my bottomless hearse. 

2018