FEED ME

FEED ME

The pretty little lies that once wrapped around

Skeletal wrists beautifully breakable.

FEED ME

The starry-eyed wonder that flew through my window

Late one night when Jupiter was high.

Just FEED ME!

Oh God I'm hungry.

I'm starving for air, starving for light, starving for life

But I keep vomiting up rainbows,

The pretty colors of frosting, cake, and blood.

I wanted to have it

And it eat it too.

.

I'd lick the barrel of a gun just to taste the whisper of

Death.

I'd wrap my lips around the blade

And swallow the red dreams,

Sweet and savory and rusty.

Metallic.

Maybe that would satisfy

The ripping hunger bursting in the hollowed abdomen

Of a ghost.

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It won't.

.

I am Dopamine Hunting.

Crawling through the crevices of a life poorly lived,

Flipping over rocks and slurping up dirty puddles

Of residual joy from old dreams and drugs and dances

That once lit up my brain.

I am reduced

To stealing the dopamine of others.

To slipping their serotonin into my veins

And hoping it is enough.

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It is never enough.

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Nathalie Daux

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