hunger is grey
she draws hearts and initials on her assignments
hoping and praying one day
he’ll notice her
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MASSES, Poetry by Victor O. Sawyerr
Single, lonesome, emaciated,
cachexic ribs flesh out the remains
of my marasmic body.
