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[eeyore_grrl]

		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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