Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Hunger of Starvation ~ Austin McCarron


The food is not well.
Huddled around wooden
flames it eats hardly at all.

Its skin is like stripes of water.

The fiery wind twists its bones.

At its table scraps of dust with
light blue veins.  All its
conversation is with animals.

Stuck in its mouth tremors
of dry vomit,
the gnawing
sensation of eternal dissent.


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