Fed

That fullflush feeling
of heady high;
standing up
in front of everyone,
everything,
and saying my piece.
Finally having peace.
Appeasing
the monstrous thing in me
that wants to be fed,
has to be fed.
It’s a glorious thing,
to be this pretty,
even if it rules
every other part
of my life.
Even if it ruins
every other part
of my life.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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