Babble From a Stranger

Hunger

Rumbles of a truck I didn't know existed

Coursing closer and closer to my throat

Alerting of the danger boiling below.

Nagging flies buzzing around,

Sending angry waves out through this vessel into the world,

I've lost control. Get out of its path.

Tastes of bile rising ready to flow like lava

Through the cities, only to be pushed

Back down to burn its creator.

Taking all patience, removing rational

It's a beast with twelve mouths-

All crying out to stop the throbbing pain.