Hunger

Hunger. I awaken.

Cold. Bits of mummified

flesh stick to once alabaster

satin.

Hunger. The smell of

putrid, stale air. Still

my stomach roars.

Hunger. The last

breath of death escapes

my lungs. A guttural moan.

Hunger. I claw.

Wet brown soil gives

to what is left of hands

nails long and brittle.

Hunger. I begin

my search. To satisfy-

Hunger.