Hunger

Something starving.

Reach to flesh with

the hopes of eager teeth,

plead, find their place.

Sit down

a proper gentlemen, etiquette

not present in these thirsty 

eyes screaming what yours can't

see, sink into your meat 

like a stone in the sea,

rock-bottom sweet.

This pain is constant, and sharp;

I can no longer set it apart

from hunger.

Reviews

[Adalia]

i love it.