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My hunger is eating me alive
‘live like this girl, you’ll never satisfy’
mother, I want to be desired
I’m running out of time
I’d bind my ribs for it
make myself sick for it
burn an ode into my wrists in its absence
I need this to live no doubt
I fill my guts with poison and wash it out
just to make room for your roots to sprout
I picked my fruits in the garden of the second circle
my journey here to shameful to tell
I feed my flesh to the mouths of many others
hoping to fill my self with their hunger
The faceless man in my head
belly to belly
he kept me fed
now I feed myself with chaste hands
never deflowered
just wilted
the fruits I pick here taste sweet
the fruits I pick here devour me
Tyra
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Meadow Magenta
I just read all your poetry and I rteally like it! It's very intense!
Thank you so much 🧚🏾♂️
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