Bad Appetite Poem by Hannah Rose Priman

Tally the times it grows, unlike a rose
No scent, just the lingering of a pest
Submerging inside your chest.
One would suggest that seduction is sprouting
The smell of it catches the senses
The taste satisfies but makes
One sick with consequences
All it was, was a simple surrender.

The mouth drools from the eyes of desire
If the grounds are dull,
Must you levitate higher?
It joyfully whispers, 'take a bite! '
It wants you in the night
With no stars, no shine of any kind.
Repeat the bite
Until you recognise the tasteless fright
And begin to see with no sight
The night does bite, there's no doubt
Otherwise, why do you have all thorns
and no petals?
A prick causes blood, but petals
Infect the eyes with beauty and
Floods the air with fragrance.
Put thorn and petal together
And it has its purpose.
One without the other will
Surely lose it's treasure.

Bad habits hunger for more
Residing in a place you built
Passed the skin, passed the bones
Centred inside
A home you made a welcome mat for.
Fooled into a constant state of pleasing
What little time you have left breathing
How one must break it to win the war.

The Tallies equate to circles
Emotions swirling in familiar patterns
Where your mind lives blind in the alleys
Where rubbish rots and poison churns
In stomach knots.
How goes the rose you grow?
Soil is like the body
Be sensible about the seeds you plant
If roots are bad, they spread and spoil
But picked, change can come.
A bush may bear fruit from
A simple wise choice.

But bad appetites will want you in the night
Bears no fruit, instead bears a void
Desist adhering to the voice
Resist the night
And the night won't bite.