AN APPETITE FOR NIGHT

By Sarah Doyle

Dusk falls, and the cravings begin,

my innards grumbling like thunder.

I nourish myself with night: velvet

and rich as chocolate cake. The moon

is sharp with basalt, its biscuity crust

yielding to my jaw’s insatiable grind,

as the sky grows dark in my belly.

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