Explorers.

Our love was meant to survive,

I prepared a bag,

stuffed it full of supplies

and got ready to go.

A few months in,

I was hungry for you,

felt starved of everything

you gave me.

That night I was ravenous,

I’ve never eaten as much,

grotesque, devouring our love.

 

It took its toll,

now, my stomach is hollow,

just like what we were:

not empty, gone.

 

-Alex W. (First draft for NaPoWriMo 6/30)

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