hunger pains

eyes missing –

blind to what

has hidden beneath

the surface of

flesh and bone

of a rumbling stomach

to the sound of a

ticking clock.

could not digest

what has been

thrown overboard

for days, weeks,

months and years.

by the minute

the hunt of

perfection lives inside of

my icebox heart

frozen and still


inside a stomach of fears

and faults,


this pack of brown

glaring eyes is a graveyard

i visit every day

the bedding of night

keeps my arms covered

keeps my legs in ease.

the troubled sickness

punches me

with a fist so

strong and eager.


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