the children are hungry.
they are searching for meat
in the hollows of their ribs.
their bodies are brittle ghosts
of health and nutrition.
the room smells of famine.
their breaths smell of famine.
it is all very difficult to swallow
but i believe that is the point.
YOU ARE READING
seams and stitching ♡ published
Poetry"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
