You must have paid your owner
off, a tidy sum, to be
released from servitude.
You ate and grew to thrice your size.
You gobbled everything in sight.
You left a path where nothing thrives,
and now you long for more.
A hungry heart, you live
to gorge on fleshy beings,
to spit them out as skin and bones.
Who knew you were a predator
until you fled and lived as wild?
You must be caught and caged again,
wrung and broken to fit into your old home.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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