Hunger

I feel the hunger inside
one that I can't pursue
My body and mind both work against me
I want it
but I am denied the satisfaction of relief
I am an obstacle to myself
It hurts......
I can not recall how many times it has brought me to tears,
clawing at the flesh that constricts what I want to release
what I want to indulge
I want to let it out
whether believed or not, it pains me to even speak of this
tears flow almost as fast as the thoughts and words appear before me
your concept of hunger differs from mine
I want to be feasted upon
devoured wholly
picked clean
"will you eat me?"
I always ask that in my mind to everyone
imagining the possoblities
begging in my mind with anguish
i want to be torn apart
just once....

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