hungry
my poems stand on all fours
desire and compassion dripping from their teeth
they’re wild, free,
and hungry
it’s difficult to tell if they are friend or foe
these wild animals staring at me
demanding attention
demanding ink
they feed on energy
on time
on practice
they feed on what’s inside of me
they feed on me
these beasts did not start as origami
gentle, dainty, and fiddly
they started when i was young
when i was born in a waterfall from my mother’s womb
they started when i first put a blade to my body
allowing the beasts to taste my blood
they grew with my tears
my fears
my desires to live and to die
the beasts demand out
to no longer live in my fingertips
restrained, contained
they demand
and i succumb
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