23 January, 2015  |   1 Comment

Poetry Friday: Biological Imperative

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men fall asleep, after they pass out, because, hell, we were all drinking, my defenses are down.

I give in to my biological urge to feed.

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men fall asleep, after they pass out, because, hell, I’m a woman, I am driven by my God Given Urge.

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men, pass out really, they shouldn’t have been drinking so much for them to fall asleep so soundly like that, because, hell, I’m a human animal.

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men pass out, because it’s their own stupid fault, I pull out my scoop. I carefully pour a cup of dry rice in their open, gaping mouths.

I can’t help it.

They don’t like it. Sometimes they wake up and fight.
But I hold them down until I’m done.
I just need to feed them.
Just let me put this rice in your mouth.
It’s my biological imperative.

 


One thought on “Poetry Friday: Biological Imperative

  1. 1

    You are so damned dark. And highly awesome.

    I love this BAD.

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