tw: alludes to an ed
Once upon a time,
there was a girl born with a hunger.
A hunger that reverberated
deep in her bones,
the curl of her stomach and
the split of her ribs.
But this girl chose something other than food
to satiate herself.
Words.
While the rest of the country became
overweight
and unhappy
and spent their time
in a grocery store
buying coke and pizza
and picking up fast food
on the way home.
As grease dripped from their fingers,
blood from the papercuts made her own just as slick
as she flipped page after page.
She spent her time in the libraries,
browsing the shelves.
(What to consume today?)
She read and read and read until
the library had nothing else to feed her.
(We're all out,
you've sucked us dry.)
What to do now?
There's nothing left for her and so
she discovered she could make the words
flow from her own fingertips
--she couldn't type fast enough--
and she'll always be hungry,
but she's learned to love the hunger and
shove something else in its place.
She might starve to death or she might not,
but for now she gorges herself on
words
as she writes this poem.
YOU ARE READING
Dregs
PoetryDregs: the most worthless part or parts of something. This is a collection of poetry I've written over the last few years as I try to figure out who I am, what I want, and how to get it without killing myself in the process. I'll put trigger warning...
