Moderation packs his bags
along with the husband and kid
I am left here with Gluttony
She has been waiting
biding her time
She knows all too well
I will not resist her beckoning
We eye each other shyly at first
like long separated lovers
intimate, yet strangers
Then it begins as it always does
Urgent yearning
Ravenous reaching
Hungry, ferocious, gape mouthed grasping
Desirous devouring
Instinctual, insatiable appetite
I am voracious
I want more
more
MORE!
Finally it ends as it always does
Feeling sticky dirty
sick
with nothing left.
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submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard with Izy, The Guilty Pleasure
