COM TRUISE - SUNDRIPED

Little Girl - Robert Francis

fairytales

STOP, GO SLOW =

LIFE MOVES FASTER THAN YOU KNOW.

GOT TO HOLD ON,
DON’T LET GO.

SPOOLS OF GOLD AND HIDDEN NAMES,
no bigger than a thumb and ginger bread games.

pack your basket with wolf teeth,
slip from midnight to your treasures
beneath the sea. 

metaphor poem 2.0

hungry is the unquenched desire to attain beauty.
society's beauty.

people are no longer hungry for food ; they're hungry for how good skinny girls look in a bikini. hungry for the feeling of feeling tiny beneath a sweatshirt. hungry for feeling safe without sucking in while wearing a tank top. hungry for bony collar and shoulder bones. hungry for that light-as-a-feather feeling when being picked up. hungry for skinny legs, thigh gaps, and a flat stomach.

hungry for the taste of satisfaction. hungry for the taste of catharsis. hungry for acceptance in a delusional society.

hungry will forever remain unquenched to those who cannot attain.

this is the hunger that starves the living, and feeds the graves.

Hungry is

hungry is the low grumble,
the churning inside,
the muffled roar of desire

hungry is the echo of a toddler,
ringing through the halls
screaming,
bursting lungs

hungry is something loud
something consuming,
driven by the desire to consume

[definitely going to fix this, just found it in my drafts -- metaphor poem.
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