365 Days of Poems: Day 1 (January 1st)
Sharp Stomach
A knife point
digging into the thin stretch of organ
Not pushing inward from the outside
but rather emerging small
as a hunger
deep in the pit
that grows and twists and evolves
into a never-ending ascension
like bile rising in one's throat
The stinging and burning and prickling
a cousin of the cold edge of steel
as it slices through pink muscle
until it forges something new and terrified
and hungry itself:
A starvation
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