Hunger

This body as a plate.
This body as wondering
what’s left to serve tonight.
Run out of this
and this
and this.

If emptiness ever needed
a definition,
I would take its hands
and lead it to the well
at the bottom of this body,
ask it:

What do you know
about hunger,
my dear?

And it would laugh,
it would laugh,
it would clear its throat
and answer:

You shouldn’t have asked.

Reviews

[J.A]

Wow. This whole time I am wondering what "it" is. Is "it" supposed to be lust? Great poems leave readers thinking and you got me thinking...lol

[Richard]

Hey this is really really good

[anne]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Hunger turns into lust later lol....
You have expressed the feelings very well. Good Work!

[anne]

Thank you!!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Welocme!!!!!

[Jacob Clifford]

Oh wow, this has an intensity to it.This isn't much of a topic I can relate to, but I know of the pain it brings. I absolutely love the personification you brought to this.

[anne]

Thank you so much, this means a lot to me!