The monster stirs, yawns; he wakes finally. He’s hungry.
He peers out and chooses someone right and plump and
Fleshy and tasty yet greying. He’s hungry and this someone
Is near. He’s so hungry he doesn’t notice who. He’s
So hungry he misses the resemblance and He chomps down;
Gobbles and gobbles whole portions, not savouring the meat,
Just sating his hunger. It’s done now. He belches then withdraws
Into himself, still not realizing who he’s eaten; he saw but didn’t
See. Or he saw but didn’t care. The monster ate his own lover.
Like he ate his dear father. He chomped and gobbled them whole,
Chomped and Gobbled his own. But maybe he did not care. His hunger
Would not make things clear. This is how it’s always been: from the one
with the gap teeth first then the three with the marks then after.
His hunger has taken so many now, since the one who knew he’d eat her.
She knew in her heart she was fodder. Knew he would not see in his hunger.
But he tried and tried to hold back his hunger. He managed so long
Not to surrender. Held out so long it hurt him: as he fed on his insides it hurt him.
He held it so long he forgot the hunger would always grow bigger.
The monster held it long……then one day she did it. She
Called him out on his hunger. Poked it and then went away.
Said he could eat his fill, then left him to find his fill.
Now he can hold it no longer. He chomps and chomps till they echo.
He gobbles and savours every bit. -Chomp Chomp. Gobble
When he stops his world grows smaller; when he stops
There’s no one there.