This hunger
tears at my insides,
begging me
to rend their hides.
Blank pieces
within my mind

Drive sympathy away.

This illness-
Not just of the flesh.
It gives me
not a chance to rest.
Vicious greed
will take the best

From what is there by day.

This anger
That is in my heart
pierces me
like poison dart.
Ravenous,
this counterpart

will make them all my prey.

Hunger
By: Camille Grunder