A pain

A sharp, tearing pain-

It’s creeping through me.

This sensation, it’s fearful: dark

I can feel the exhilarated pounding

of my anxious heart against my rib cage.

I wonder why you stare at me that way.

Your eyes are penetrating.

Those glossy orbs speak volumes to my soul.

In the span of an instant I know.

I know the cruel irony of how you hate and pity me.

It’s hunger.

Physically, my being aches of starvation.

Sustenance and nourishment are as a memory,

but the pain transverses another hunger.

I hunger for your contention, a pestilence.

And so each day passes by.

My life is as my fragile shell of a body-

Withered to nothing-

Everything’s becoming darker, dimmer.

The pain is subsiding, numb… numb… dark.