Hunger

Slowly eroding, Depleting and lacking, Fear evident, plastered upon my features, I lean in closer, not willing to consent to living a life of despondency,  Even if I was neglected by society. Unable to look away from deaths gaze, I analyze his orbs and find myself staring at my own reflection, My thin bones are masked with a tight layer of skin, My stomach closes in as if the edges of my ribs were a repellent, My face is pale and epitomizes no esprit... The rumbling of my stomach knocks me out of my hypnotic state, I lick my lips one last time, Savoring the sweet taste of life.