In those moments—hubris & starved,
she devoured the red bits;
the heart, the anger, the tongue.
Yet still, the hunger gnawed.
Do you see, you cannot feed this beast,
Without devouring one's self.
You must stave it off, destroy it and
Grow a new soul;
One that blooms fruitage
So never again do these pangs run
Rabid through the froth of your veins.