A Hunger

A hunger that isn't mine.

It doesn't burden my bones,

It just holds a quiet sorrow.

And the hunger doesn't reach,

Nor does it grasp for me.

Hiding in my organs,

Buried in my blood.

It hides from something,

Something circling above.

Though it keeps me full,

Whilst yearning for fuel.

The hunger runs but stays.

It holds me in a burnt out haze.

Held by gritted teeth,

It remains.

Sleeps in my mouth,

Feasting on words I never say.

Cowering in me, a place.

No longer a human, 

Belonging to a race.

For I am now a tower,

One that's on display.

I’m trying to bring it further,

But its eyes are beyond mine.

They chain something down,

Captive in their iris.

Begging to be let out.

Unlike the hunger,

That never once was mine.

It stays in my being,

Longing to caress my insides,

In the night, it follows me.

Inside my hollow,

Squeezing between bones,

That just barely show.

A hunger that will never be mine.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Immediately after reading this I had a mini nightmare about the creature from Nope and the creature from The Ritual. You have traumatized me a little, well done.

[Webbers]

Ahaha love to hear it!! 🕸️