Flesh still on the bone,
chuckles in the shadows
alone is not alone.
At the fringes, hiding
just out of view
a hunger never satiated.
It lingers in the crease
between asleep and awake,
jeering from the sidelines.
A friend that is not a friend.
its sticky sheen dripping
from your skin,
filling every pore,
each step covering more.
It can’t be tamed
won’t be calmed
biting the hand that feeds.
No Rest
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