We Are What We Eat
A Hunger Unsatisfied
If we are what we eat,
Then I'd consume death
I would take it into my hands like a delicacy
And lick the crumbs from my fingertips
Its residue would shine on my lips
As I smack them together, content.
If we are what we eat,
Then I have feasted on agony
Devoured pain like it would disappear
And sunk into uncomfortable slumber
Digesting it is a task, it tears away at my insides
Forming me anew.
If we are what we eat,
I dream of the taste of wishes
Like glitter decanted in darkness,
A last hope in a lost moment.
The lingering note of desperation
As it teeters between ripened and despair.
If we are what we eat,
Then I would swallow the world just to know it.
Gorge myself on landscapes and
Spend an age picking the mountains from my teeth.
I would cry the oceans and rivers the
Forests would curl in strands to my feet.
If we are what we eat,
Then I've starved myself on questions.
Rationed hatred by the handful
And paired it with disdain
I've tried drowning myself in feelings
But have purged them all as well.
If we are what we eat,
Then I have misplaced the menu
Each course lost behind my lips
Only to fade into obscurity
Until I become nothing more
Than the anticipation of my next bite.
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Comments (2)
this poem is making me feel so many things but what’s standing out is the concept of having “devoured agony”. it just feels so real and intense, like yes i have been consumed by pain and yes it was my choice like!!! that’s so real!!! honestly one of my favourite pieces you’ve done ever
I absolutely love your poetry. Those first two lines go so hard and everything else followed it up beautifully. Loved this!