I, Hungry

I feel the world’s anger
I feel the world’s sadness, 
Loss and grief
I feel the world’s loneliness and despair
I feel the lack 
Of coffee
and 
Chocolate
I die
With the electricity

I feel

I feel the world’s astonishment
At existence
and The Everything
I feel the world’s magic and mood swings
I feel the world’s longing,
Lust and desire
I feel the world’s need to hide
I die

I growl

I want to be the woman I want 
One day

I eat with these people
In this posh room
I forsake knife and fork
I want to eat slowly
Taste every berry
Every slice of chicken strip
I growl with the wood and pictures of this room
I wine and dine my young self
I wolf this lettuce and cucumber
Lap this blue cheese dressing
I time my movements precisely
I wear these Adidasly
To fit in with this room of fine, posh people

I feel my power
I growl