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.

 

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