I wrote this in class today:
-The pain, the darkness. It swallows me.
My only sight is him.
But even that falters, fades, flickers out.
And the emptiness comes again.
-The marks upon my arms
The people stop and stare.
I say it was a cat.
But truly it is not.
It is the marks upon my soul.
-I am a starving girl
an unfilled cup
always left thirsting, hungering for more
of the love I do not get.
-I am a starving girl thirsting for more
I see the tempting cup
teasing, taunting, dangling what I so desperately need but cannot have.
I get a taste. I thirst for more. But it is gone. It disappeared.
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