Content warning: eating disorders, death.
I wonder if, and if so, how
I stumbled on Demeter’s spite
And brought upon myself the curse
Of never-ending appetite
I picture that it went like this:
I trod on one too many plants
Or picked a flower ere its time
And woke the goddess from her trance
She looked at me with rage-filled eyes
Though, then, t’was unbeknownst to me,
I find that I’ve been punished now
With cruel insatiability
They say Erysichthon died poor
A hollow of his former self
He served to warn his followers
Desire may not bring you wealth
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