Eaten Alive

I do not recall when

But you invited yourself round for dinner.

You, with insatiable hunger

And eager to bite,
Ill-prepared, I thought I had nothing to give,

What could I do

But unconsciously offer myself?

Ignoring small talk

You dove straight in gracelessly

And I could do nothing

And before I knew it

You were finished and gone.

I, bereft of guest

And left cleaning up,

Scraping away at your empty plate

Alone, attempting to digest

This scarred tableau.