I am never full,
my stomach is always craving,
creating new desires among the flavors
of chocolate peanut-butter and raspberry dark.
And what of the warmth of pasta,
with sweet lemon sauce topped with savory garlic and
mounts of cheese and tomato warmed between bread?
She knows no satisfaction with honey tea
until the expanse pains and I cannot sleep.
I am never full,
my eyes always heavy.
The lids drooping down until my lashes kiss,
binding together like fingers weaved.
Sleep and dream until my head aches
and my pillow is mashed into lumps of stuffing.
I reach for something else to rest on,
but the rest of the world is too hard.
Sleep and sleep until I can lay no more.
I am never full.
Addicted to the screens and scrolls,
my brain cries out for something warm, something familiar,
something new and colorful and adventurous
to turn my mind into rainbow lights.
Never finding a media I can dwell on forever,
Never finding a dream I can escape in forever,
Never finding a meal to last forever,
How can I ever be full
when I am always wanting more?
About the Creator
Darby S. Fisher
Young and tired writer of all sorts of things.
Adventure fantasy: Skeletons: Book One
Horror fantasy: Lonely Forest
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Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm3 days ago in Fiction
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