Taste

Extolled upon ravenous breath

as yearning tugs upon crusty corners

and fingers pick at soft center.

Eyes swept by a frosty chill

now berated from a scolding sun

“The child left for too long.”

As mouth alight the senses burn

emotions stifled beneath control

finally grasp at a breath long held.

Disintegration making parts most prized

to fall

and the dormant hunger wakes with rage.

Chewing in pleasure

fasting with ecstasy

sedating a monster

born from repression.