Real Hunger


She sits staring at the sky praying for something,
Something she can't quite put her boney finger on,
Something itching at her rib cage and clawing at her dry throat,
There is this feeling of need deep within her shaky body,
She knows it is there, the one thing she needs but cannot get,
She lays there hoping for the stars to show her what it is she is missing,
Just what it is that is burning the lining of her empty stomach and making her weak,
People see her and watch her lay there unable to move,
Eyes low, nails brittle, hair dirty, bones fragile, 
Do they know what she is missing?
Can they help her get what she needs?
The answer, is yes, yes they can.


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