Don't know if I'm going to add more to this or not...but I loved the poem it was inspired by.
Uncontrolled Feasting
we have all grown accustomed to feeding
we have licked these places
we have licked them clean
some of us still taste the shame across fingers
some of us
are still trying to be redeemed
can’t look beyond those powdered bones
can’t look through those emptied eyes
can’t look along those distant smiles
without seeing me, lingering in the distance
struggling to see how to set me free
to be more than
cum dripping down gripping thighs
died moral deaths, suicide victim
trying to resuscitate something that killed inside
killed insides, taking them with me
a bruise of heart, a squeeze of soul
took way too much pleasure in knowing
my tongue roamed
in places where the sun never goes
I drank them up
let them spill from me
greedily soaking up their attention
there’s a shame in barely remembering a name
but recalling how her limbs always fell into
positions
that no amount of scrubbing
can clean you from
curve upon curve, fold upon fold
guilt is the stories that go untold
replayed in a mind
that still tries to fight relishing
scents from
the sheets it had to wash clean
the taste lingers
and some of us
have grown too accustomed to feeding
