The hunger eats away everything left
Our bodies cling to our old habits
After the maggots feast our dead soul
Nothing but the hopeless dark
That engulfs us hungry ever more
Devours our dead dreams
And our big brains explode
As others will only see smoke
It eats till it's full
But it's never satisfied
Fighting is pointless because itโs venomous
Like the broken path
Full of our anxieties
As it eats you whole
And you feel no more
But you know the hunger always wants more
About the Creator
Joy
Writing a scary short stories to espace reality
Whatโs your reason for reading them?
Dreaming of being an author and love any support
The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
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