Lucid eyes gaze at you deeply,
not just one, but the attention
of another. Then another,
till onyx eyes follow your
every movement, mimicking
                 your head gestures.

These little clouds of white,
    like a breeze surround you.
But what started of as a gathering
soon became a mob mentality.
As they hurry around you a
hurricane of nibbles upon your being.

As white becomes crimson, it would
look pretty if not for your blood painting
on the canvass of there appetite.
You try to scream out, but as you raise
your hand in desperation. One after another
they consume digits. And screams are
muffled out by there herd of ear piercing
                                            Bbaaaaaaaaaaaaa's.

­The circle of life has a funny way of coming
around, as they clean each other all that's left
is a stain, quickly dissipated with multiple
fluffiness walking over as they ***...
    What was a ink blot on the field now just
a hue on the blades no one being the wiser.

Then later another walker, brave and daring
walks unrespecting, and this one isn't as
skinny as breakfast.. Lunch is served.
As they smile sweetly, the walker says
          Bbaaaaaaaaaaa….

Oh dearie me..
             this isn't going to end well me thinks..

Eyes like fire, burning with hunger
She has found her prey in you
Run from her or fight her
You stand no chance,
you are hers.

Body lithe, rigid, focused
She will toy with you
You are powerless in this game
The cat will catch the mouse
and the mouse will submit.

She barely moves, she is confident
You can't escape
She will do as she pleases with you
That is her purpose, her role,
she loves this play.

If you fight her, she grows bored, dull
You don't want that
Her fire excites you, sparks a fear
Fear that sparks a pleasure deep inside,
you do as she bids you.

Pretty little thing, she purrs
Her claws long, her teeth glinting with fresh desire
Her eyes even more so
She wants to taste your pure, soft flesh,
and she will.

She cares little for the aftermath
You are spent, she has just begun
Finished with her prey, her ego craves yet more
The game is won, she is the victor,
time to find another mouse.

Living in the USA is harder than dying if you are hungry and/or homeless and/or hopeless and/or if the color of your skin is something other than white.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

Since covid paced in
Hunger lingers
In this skinny land
As many arms are folded
During a lockdown
Void of spoons going to the mouth
To further widen
The red sea between
The highs and lows of the land

Mirror, mirror, oh, horrors on the wall!
Shall we pinpoint the most noxious of them all?
The Orient's Pearl shed the vehemence of a breathing nightmare,
Where divided abundance were forced to fit the mouth by power.

Shall we pinpoint the most noxious of them all?
Those angels who led the whole domain to its fall,
Where divided abundance were forced to fit the mouth by power?
Or the spawns who crippled the only way out of hell's lower ladder.

Those angels who led the whole domain to its fall,
At the temple of their Lord, they kneeled and kissed his filthy sole.
Or the spawns who crippled the only way out of hell's lower ladder.
A dictator of what is enough and what is not for each other.

At the temple of their Lord, they kneeled and kissed his filthy sole.
To paint scarcity with the luxurious blood of their skinny soul.
A dictator of what is enough and what is not for each other.
The development of their lives mirrored the regression of their cower.

To paint scarcity with the luxurious blood of their skinny soul.
And erase the borderline between good and evil in hell's deepest hole.
The development of their lives mirrored the regression of their cower,
Without a cost of every soul, who survived but cannot live any further.

And erase the borderline between good and evil in hell's deepest hole.
After all, we're just people, who wanted a magical egress without a toll.
Without a cost of every soul, who survived but cannot live any further.
A down-spiralled glass where progression always got knocked over.

After all, we're just people, who wanted a magical egress without a toll.
But now, we're certain who is the most noxious and vicious of them all.
A down-spiralled glass where progression always got knocked over.
Hidden beneath its transparent cover is nothing but hell and its fiery fire.

But now, we're certain who is the most noxious and vicious of them all.
The Orient's Pearl shed the vehemence of a breathing nightmare.
Hidden beneath its transparent cover is nothing but hell and its fiery fire.
Mirror, mirror, oh, horrors on the wall!

i’m hungry
but the numbers on the scale from this morning tell me otherwise
and i’m hungry
but the way my stomach doesn’t lay flat
against my body says diversely
i’m hungry
but i want to feel the bones sticking out of me
i want to feel how sick i am

now i’ve given in
it holds control over everything i do
the way i drag my feet
the things that slowly come out of my mouth
the thoughts that encourage the purple tone in my skin
and the bags under my eyes

i’m hungry
but the hunger to starve, is much stronger
and the hunger to binge, is heavier than the rest