A Mouth Full of Silence
the hunger pku won’t let me feed
I’m hungry.
Not our typical hunger—
the kind that stabs,
that craves indulgence,
freedom in food.
.
I gawk as others fulfill their desires.
Their hunger cries—
they satisfy.
Lucky.
.
My hunger?
She cries for days,
weeks,
months.
But I can’t satiate her.
.
My stomach pleads for privilege,
my mind sobs for normalcy—
but my survival denies it.
.
Denies my dominance.
My control.
My strength.
.
I battle against survival.
It refuses to settle.
And because of that,
my voice remains loud.
.
And my hunger?
She will continue to scream.
About the Creator
Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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This hunger you describe sounds intense. I've been in tough spots where basic needs were hard to meet. It's a constant battle, and like you, I've had to keep fighting. Hang in there.