Orahs
Orahs
Nov 4 · 1 min read

Retrograde.

I’m starving.

There’s something missing I can’t reveal.

Thick fumes of nostalgia in the air,

I refuse to inhale the deception,

the longing of what was,

the fake reality my mind has created.


I’m starving.

Hunger pangs jabbing my insides.

Feed me.

Feed me what I need, what I desire.

Memories of a time I want to forget

wrap it’s arms around me, cuddles me

whispering sweet lies to my soul.

Please feed me.


I’m starving.

Feed me, before my mind betrays me

yet again. Before my heart shrivels and hardens

Before my soul dies.

Feed me.

Please feed me.

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