On an island

A pinch of salt

Cracked pepper of course

A dab of hot sauce

Id cook my side but i cant reach

A hankering for hands

Cravings that dont help

Perhaps just the toes

Or maybe the feet

Seared to perfection

Hunger pangs rumble

Just the one foot

Pain. Then satisfaction..

Pass out

Anger

I could of eaten my boots!

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