my hunger is a sledgehammer

My hunger is not your hunger.

It is defilement designed: decadently devilish while decidedly divine.

It is blunt, an instrument of destruction, obliterating obstacles to obedience owned.

My hunger casts a long shadow.

It is a key that turns.

At first taste it is sweet. At second, it is bitter.

In the end it is breath itself.

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