Hungry

Gnawing upon what was once a fulfilling meal
Bone freed from muscle, marrow rendered into memory
This hunger growing inside, this, need...

Once, a picnic feast turned into alien lights of levitation
of probing
of pain
being gnawed upon by another kind
and left back where it all started,
a picnic feast.

As the lights departed into a now darkened sky, there was nothing left in my basket
There was nothing left to eat
and still
This hunger growing inside, this, this 'new' need.

The lights returned
as did the sound of sirens.
Police with badges and guns drawn
searching for me.

There had been reports of a UFO being sighted
People were concerned
They were hungry for news and knowledge
as were the police.

Found sitting upon a bloody blanket
Empty basket of food
Empty bottle of wine
Sitting gnawing upon what was once a fulfilling meal
and was once the love of my life, my wife,
now but bone freed from muscle, marrow rendered into memory
Sitting shackled in a police car
knowing in jail there would be plenty to eat...
This hunger growing inside, this, need...

The End of Bon Appetit

Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.

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