Hunger

My home is falling apart.

The walls are collecting as much debris as possible

Before collapsing.

I put no effort into rebuilding or supplying for my house,

And the pain I feel

Rewards me still.

I’ll keep going, too.

My place of residence crashes

Until there’s nothing left

But the framing and floors.

But the emptiness fills me

And the attention fuels me.

I’ve seen others,

Whose shells have withered away

And leave them subservient

To the aches of the world.

But these skulls validate me

And their bones thrill me.

Until my home is too far away to save,

And I’m left to waste away with the walls

Of what used to be

The most precious thing to me.