Whats eating me is starving with bone eroding from skin.
Its lungs could puncture steel.
Whatever it is has never tasted before.
It has nibbled on small events of failure, anger,and sadness; but never rested in the full flavor of it all.
You gave it a tongue while I planted the buds.
Pregnant with love lost.
I eat for two.
So who am I to let a broken heart go hungry?
Created: Feb 23, 2012bighands731 Document Media