The Hook

I've let go all but with the fingertips

I stay for the humor

and the notoriety

Because I'm being fed these scraps

of acknowledgement that don't satisfy me

for more than the moment I eat it

If I stay, these scraps will starve me

until there is nothing of me left

But a jittering need from hunder that wails

Only quietly when I am fed

But loudly the otherwise

Reviews

[B]

I love this mysterious write
i feel like its about over eating
and not in a literal matter
but in a figure of speech
over consuming and over indulging
feel full but empty

love it