draining it of any contents,
the gushing waste of consumed passions
serves as lighter fluid for a ravenous inferno,
which always must be stoked.
A restaurant is created in the mind
demolishing any other rooms,
nothing else matters or can be given thought
except for what will fill that culinary shop.
Taste becomes a god,
demanding and tyrannical,
always requiring appeasing with another sacrifice
mouth an altar for steady supply of succulent supplicants,
every second another ritual,
only stopping the constant gorging to plan next worship event.
Cravings possess as demons
inspiring insane obsessions
pleasure is a salivating liaison
with a plethora of caloric whores,
aching in the gut from how the satisfaction
was hollow and meaningless.
When a muffin becomes a luscious diamond
any drink a nectar you can’t live without,
there’s no menu large enough
to gratify what claws inside.
Power swells from those teeth that have grown in head,
ready to devour anything and anyone
just because,
no rhyme nor reason left,
world shrinks to a the size of a rum soaked cup cake,
faces begin to look like pastries,
voices sound like drips of wine,
insatiable lures blind,
order another round of what can stuff the emptiness,
while the body and brain are always thinking,
more.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
this a very powerful take on the promt your imagery and depth is so vivid throughout good luck in the contest
maralisa
