sated.

gold
glinting on the screen

pixel confetti
sticking to my hands

under my tongue

the hunger
is feral in me

a velvet-toothed thing

gnawing at the ribbon
from every gift
chewing applause
into gristle

i scroll through my gallery
only to realize
that the face which looks back
is not mine

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