poems etc.

Hunger

As she sits

Counting meals

On her ribs

Her stomach

Stuck sucked

And curves

Of what remained

Draping her bones

With a fashionable shroud

As Impoverished rough turf

Becomes Tracks to

Her train of thought

Haunting her

As she mindlessly

Continues the cruel charade

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