The Vortex
The delicious hunger
fills me up with hollowness
and pleasurable pangs,
confusion centers my mind and
dizziness gives me strength.
Eat my feast of salad and
daintily slam a gallon of water,
oops to much, better pay homage
to my god and sacrifice my meal.
So weak after my offering,
I had better run a mile.
Aching knees tell me
that I'm winning this game.
Up all night pacing with
wild thoughts and jitters
sleep is for the weak.
Throat so raw I can
hardly speak, silence
is my ally and works
better than the lies.
by: Tara Lundberg
The delicious hunger
fills me up with hollowness
and pleasurable pangs,
confusion centers my mind and
dizziness gives me strength.
Eat my feast of salad and
daintily slam a gallon of water,
oops to much, better pay homage
to my god and sacrifice my meal.
So weak after my offering,
I had better run a mile.
Aching knees tell me
that I'm winning this game.
Up all night pacing with
wild thoughts and jitters
sleep is for the weak.
Throat so raw I can
hardly speak, silence
is my ally and works
better than the lies.
by: Tara Lundberg
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