I am selfish wanting

        the all-devouring

                Needing
                         Hoarding
                                Lusting
                                      Starving

   The sustenance for which I crave is not of food

            Nothing warm and filling for the belly

                     But for my hearts desires—
                           For it to split in two from the sheer force of its consumption

  I am the sin that knows not what limits are

     The sin that must have everything for the fear of having nothing at all

                I am

                             Gluttire