One more bite.
Everytime I take a bite of food,
I feel the insane women in me crawl out-
She is demented and insensitive.
She is chaos, sinful and demonic.
Yet, when I eat.
I feel her beg-
For one last mouth full.
To be fed.
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𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, poetry and prose.
Poetry" I have opened a vacuum of nihilistic thoughts, and I cannot stop it. "
