art and famine go well together,
because every taste of
beauty
only ever makes me hungrier, thirstier,
and I swallow every drop
until my withered heart finally
and gracefully
abandons its tired post,
gives up on its lifelong work,
lies silent and unticking under the broken constellations
that it never could fathom.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
art and famine go well together,
because every taste of
beauty
only ever makes me hungrier, thirstier,
and I swallow every drop
until my withered heart finally
and gracefully
abandons its tired post,
gives up on its lifelong work,
lies silent and unticking under the broken constellations
that it never could fathom.