Hunger pains. Not only in my stomach-
In my heart and in my starving soul,
Consuming the essence of who I am,
Discarding only the skeleton of broken dreams
And purging all remnant of self-worth.
The desire for something more
Gnawing at my being.
Becoming the surreptitious puppeteer
Of my mind's marionette,
Pulling strings and cutting ties,
Directing my every step and every bite-
Or the lack thereof. The lack thereof everything,
Veiled by a curtain of fabrications and hollowed purpose.
My identity gorged upon by my appetite,
Not for food, but for life.
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