The frenzy of a starving man,
tearing off pieces and
discarding half eaten morsels
to keep consuming,
calculated, decisively out of control,
these conflicting instincts.
The snap back of elastic
and your hands on the porcelain
are never enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely thought out piece but so incredibly sad that this afflicts so many.