Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Hunger Pains

It hurts to be hungry.
When the acids burn in the empty atmosphere.
When you clinch and wince until your muscles break down.
So indecisive.
Oh, it hurts.

It hurts to want.
It hurts to wait.
It hurts to wish.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Like when you lost your teddy bear for the first time.

Nothing is worse than being hungry for something.
Except for not being satisfied with it.
Until the storm passes.
And its over.

Her eyes stared into yours.
So hollowed in their chestnut hue.
Aimlessly invested herself in those shallow pools.
For the favor to never be returned.

And all for one bite.

Just one taste.

Just to satisfy the pain.

Because now,
everything tastes like
And her soul growls for it.
For something to taste.
Like anything.

Like you.
The sweetest poison.
Illustrious in your shades of ivory and metallic black.

She starves.
While you're full.
And until she finds the strength
to find the sweeter tastes.
And she doesn't need you anymore.
She will starve.

Weening is never easy.
And comes in time.
Minutes. Hours. Days. Months. Years.
But when her time comes.
Then the hunger will be satisfied.
And all will be at peace.

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