Hunger
I’m chewing on anger,
Devouring ashes,
It’s seeping down slowly,
My throat, I feel, clogging.
I cough like a smoker.
My stomach is churning.
I hunger for something,
And something smells spiteful.
My scapula’s sheathing .
The knife that he brought me,
While hugging me planted,
Then walked away softly.
His head as it dangled,
Turned slowly to face me.
I hunger for something,
And something smells vicious.
His eyes were so green then,
When wrapped up in gray skies.
A sea worth exploring;
A forest of danger.
I loved him so deeply,
My heart couldn’t see it.
I hunger for something,
And something smells hateful.
My jaw’s started hurting,
From clenching and crunching.
I’m starting to see red,
From flame re-ignited,
By sparks from his glances,
That keep flashing my way.
I hunger for something,
And something smells hostile.
I stand up to face him,
And yell at the mirror.
His eyes reflect my eyes;
They’re burning and hurting.
The redness is blurring;
Control quickly fading.
I hunger for something,
And something smells ruthless.
I’m sipping on anger,
Like slurping up coffee,
The bitterness fuels me.
I knew how he hurt then,
But numbness took over,
Engulfing my weakness.
I hunger for something,
And something smells callous.
Throw pity at strangers,
But love deserves better.
I knew that he loved me,
But now I know nothing,
Save fire beats forest,
And oceans mean drowning.
I hunger for something,
And something smells vengeful.