Within starvation’s eyes
so many years
desert bound and lost,
he fed on little more
than approbation and applause
Displaying his frail skeleton
like artwork
Saying ‘this is me, come feast
on shrivelled skin and carcass
masquerading as delight’
And none to feed his hunger
Relentless, hidden
Waiting, trapdoor spider,
for such innocence
to pass and provide sweet sustenance
to deeper and to darker needs
than were ever brought to light

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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12 Responses to Hunger

  1. I really don’t like this guy

  2. Jamie Dedes says:

    An unsavory character to say the least … But a vivid picture drawn by you.

  3. Ray says:

    Hunger (in its many forms) fascinates me and is such a wonderful topic to explore in written format as you have done here, Helen…. Kudos! Wonderful post.

  4. Hector says:

    I used the same title in a similar writing, excellent!

  5. Excellent! I agree with Paul 🙂

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