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
sated.
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