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Sep 2018
Hunger claws through my eyes.
I grip my empty stomach, quieting the growls through shifting feet.
A heinous cycle caused by a faulty mind, and terrible reflection.
Tiredness floods my foodless body.
My teeth grind like earthquakes.
My lips crack like the Earth's crust.
My eyes drift like the tides.
Enthusiasm no more than a relic in my voice.
My brain is a dying world polluted by my thoughts.
Nobody notices the storm
Until that is.
A girl with enough passion to power the winds came along.
She told me,
If you've ever cared at all
about yourself, something, or someone
you should eat.
She stood with me until my stomach was filled, and life began to crash through my veins.
She could see my planet-like eyes screaming in hunger,
She gave me the hope to stand.
For if someone cares enough to force me to eat,
I can care enough to stay.
The foodchain stabilizes,
The plates create new mountains,
and new life begins again.
-
a thank you to the girl who cared enough to talk to me,
stuff food in my mouth,
and remind me to eat dinner
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Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  18/F/Getting There
(18/F/Getting There)   
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