Hunger

It seems
you’ve made
a grave
mistake,
dear witch,

for I’ve
eaten
the soup
you put
me in,

I’ve drank
down the
broth,

I’ve eaten
the walls
of your house,

and I’ve
grown strong
from it
all.

You see,
it is a lot more
difficult
to eat
someone
who was
born with
and who has
lived their life
with such a
strong
identity
of hunger.


Day #21 of #nationalpoetrymonth | Niklas Weiss

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