Something insatiable resides in me
A being familiar yet alien
Born into a world without permission
Forced to live beneath a layer of skin
Always hungry, always searching,
Briefly content with food, rest and sex
But never fully satisfied
A deep rumbling echoes from its belly
Impossible to fully drown out
And slowly echoing through the spirit.
Using my eyes to see
And my heart to chase what it sees,
The beast aches for freedom.
Quiet desperation reeking from its caged flesh
As I become aware of the innate selfishness
Terrified of it consuming entire worlds
To preserve its own.
The cursed monster suddenly trembles
With a golden, venomous rage
Exhausted by its very existence
And belittled by the heavy curse
Beginning to rise slowly
Ever so slowly…
Followed by a deliberate pause.
As if waiting for me to rise as well
As if to ask one last time “to what end?”