i'm not hungry

ravenous creature

feeding on scraps and whispers

tired of waiting


no longer sitting

patiently or silently

the new world of scavenging


unable to reap

the nutrients to survive

to live in this hell


resorting to bones

sucking at rotting marrow

until they are hollow


no one comes to help

when there is nothing else left

but a shriveled corpse

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