Occulted Hoard

As for this embodiment, the ration's

hurriedly driveled...segued with

fickle hunger.

The final desolation is a stomach full

of invalid nourishment.

Tease a beast with the curved gypsy

fingernail of a scimitar, poke veggies

with a chopstick.

The svelte rush of planet through

person bulges face.

That bites and kisses the hand that

feeds.

Beached sphinx...you sand-witches,

occulted hoard!

Konstantinos Mark