The Pig

I had stumbled across a run down barn.

It was falling apart, the wood filled with mites.

I explored further, there couldn’t be any harm.

Until I seen the pig, its eyes, dark as the night.

They stared at me, almost pleading for anything.

Maybe it was attention, food, touch?

So I decided to listen, see what I could bring.

It started off little, it wasn’t too much.

Some nibbles here and there, he was still hungry.

It was like he wanted more, it wasn’t enough.

His demanding eyes wanted more of me,

But to tell him no, it was too tough.

So I shared more, more than I should have.

I was almost starving for validation,

My efforts worth millions, but belittled to half.

I needed to get away, some sort of solution.

But every time I tried to leave, it would squeal.

I saw myself bound to this animal

Nothing could satisfy his appeals,

He would take, take, take it all.

He owned my body and my face.

He possessed my arms and my legs,

He devoured my thighs and my waist,

and in the end, I still felt empty.