empty stomachs
empty unsettled stomachs
stomachs that twist and curve
like the back roads
that stretch across the land
and wind around
each and every hill
each and every bank

empty stomachs
empty growling stomachs
stomachs that scream and whine
like the demons
that crowd your mind
and scream in your eardrum
each and every pain
each and every degradation

empty stomachs
empty shrinking stomachs
stomachs that
like the roadsides
that are littered by trash
and shrink like your stomach
each and every bottle
each and every morsel

i am the worn pavement
on a historic town's
back roads
i am the dust
that you coat on your
memories
i am the smell of singed hair and nightmares
the smell that makes your stomach curl
i am the taste of ***** and choked tears
the taste that drips on your lips like a poison
i am the yellow bruises and nail marks
that decorate your skin
from pinching too hard
i am the gentle soothing voice
begging you to die
i am the ***** that sifts
down your throat
with a burn that you
find pleasurable
i am the smoke you inhale
into your throat
with a burn that you
find pleasurable
i am the reason you can't eat
and your stomach curls up in a smile
and shakes slowly
and tells me how empty it is
your empty stomach
screams for the help
you only dream of.