A Finicky Appetite

it's there when nothing else is
but the radio and a near crippling sense of hopelessness

it climbs around on the walls 
and the ceiling
hissing like a poisonous lizard that demands to be fed

you cut the tips of your fingers and flick blood toward its
nasty
vicious little mouth

when that is not enough
you look in the fridge
praying to whatever god might give a shit
that there is a piece of leftover pizza
and in the cupboards for some bread

but anything you put on a plate is not enough
because it wants something fresh and warm

even your blood wasn't enough
because what it really wants is your soul

so you scream
"here you go! take it all, you fucker!"

and it smiles
and says
"i already have."