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Feb 2020
some days taste like sunlight, my tongue burns but hungers for more.
there’s a pit inside, howling for further feeding at ungodly hours.

now the sun sets early.
i’m starved for months: the brutal nature of dark solitude.
brittle bones are hollowed from the piercing air.
my body begins to devour itself, consuming muscle and matter.

this body wears away,
now forming something else.

i don’t taste the same.
Bethany
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Bethany  20/F/somewhere
(20/F/somewhere)   
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