Feast/Famine

Posted on November 5, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Full up and
over-the-top,
spilling out,
beyond sated,
overstuffed,
gorged in fact,

because otherwise
it will be

hollow, empty,
lost to me,
and any other
mouthful will
be only a drop
in the bucket.

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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2 Responses to Feast/Famine

  1. Diane says:
    November 5, 2016 at 11:21 am

    This rings bells for me Catastrophe.

    Reply

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