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.

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