Saturday, 2 July 2011


She flicked the pages,
lapping them up,
like a thirsty dog.
Chewing the images,
thick steaky slabs,
dense and bloody.
Fresh flesh to feed
her hungry eyes.
Bones and skin,
wet lips baring
shiny white teeth.
Desperate faces,
dying for approval.

She gorged on their
Belly folds`
feasting on the emptiness
of their world,
that seemed so full
compared with hers.

So much to want, to have, to need,
scavenger morsels
on which to feed.
Lost souls.
Hungry hearts.
Insatiable, all-consuming greed.

                            ©lily laloba feb 2010

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