I’ve come to embrace
this sensation like I own it.
It has evolved from hunger
To vacancy.
Under my care
It became an opening.
The walls of my
Abandoned stomach
Have parted
In a most welcoming way
So the rest of my insides
Can freely inhabit it,
Filling the void
Within this unoccupied space.
I feed myself thoughts
Rather than meals
And it nourishes my sick
My jaded consciousness
Has impaired my reasoning
And the reigning substitute
Is a hint of self-worth
At a steep price.


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