What can I do with this hunger?

Feed it, when I must: satiate it, if I can, though it seems I’m never satisfied.

Ignore it, when I’m able, but it consumes me incessantly.

Surrender to it, when I can’t help but be overcome. Dance to it.

More Phil Collins, please.

This story is dedicated to Justin Boyd. It was based on the prompt “this hunger” at TypeTrigger.