WHAT YOU'RE HUNGRY FOR

By Alicia Lennon

That worm, the one making its way inside of the apple.

Do you see the life built through ruin.

Envision the devastation, The scent, The sound.

The Taste.

Lingering pungencies adorned by a guttural remorse.

Do you hear the swans cry.

Magpies preening their moulded feathers

as you haven’t the strength to throw anything away.

You kept the rotting teabags.

Hell, you even kept the scars.

Life is a testament to all of your mistakes.

A shrunken stomach but desire remained,

when you get what you want,

you can’t keep it down.

An angel with its broken wings used to look upon you in prayer;

Now injury is a form of divination too.

Something made a home inside of you;

here’s to never getting it out.

Keep begging to be good and we’ll see where your want takes you.

The moment it demands,

That’s who you really are.

Like a praying mantis caught in the wind,

it’s your turn.

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