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Hunger.

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There was a time that I was convinced that I had a tapeworm.

I could feel it inside of me, eating away at everything I shoved down my greedy throat.  I could feel it eating my life, right there inside of me, while I could do nothing but wait.  Wait until it gorged itself on my meals and grew so large it ripped apart my intestines and all my other precious organs.  Until I was reduced to a bleeding splatter of gore where there was once a girl, shouting, "I knew it! I knew it!"
Then people I knew, and some I didn't, would look down on me and say, "What a shame. Such a nice girl."  I would be forever remembered as the girl whose hunger, whose unsatiable food-lust, ultimately destroyed her-that mess of meat and hair splattered across the floor for the world to see.  Then they would go on to say, "But she deserved it.  She looks so much better dead."  And my stupid, glazed eyes would go on mindlessly agreeing with them, forever.
I guess I shouldn't really be submitting this, since I do not feel it's finished. it seems scrappy and reads too fast...
but what the heck-live a little.
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Synyard's avatar
You know what came to me when I read this?

I saw you having this as a dream.
*BOOM* You wake up as a vegetarian.

I don't know if you meant for it but some things struck me as subtle vegetarian influences.

Such as the Greedy Throat part.

It stood out to me...
As Greed being the greed that people have in order to take the lives of other beings in order to satiate their hunger; hunger that can be fulfilled with other methods.

And the Gore that is in the poem.

It portrays flesh and meat and stuff in a negative way.
And I think it shows the guilt of consuming other beings.

And the nice girl bit.

That reminds me of a little girl eating a steak.
No idea where the steak comes from.


To the part where you say it reads fast...

I don't really know what that means.

When I was reading it I was reading it fast.

I thought it made more...sense...that way.

I think it adds more if you read it fast.

Well, this one, anyway.



I think I added enough to your poem...
These are just things that occured to me.
They probably don't apply to you and I probably totally analyzed it wrong.

But I like how I analyzed it and you can't change that.

That is now what it means to me.



I don't understand some things, though.

Like how this gorey poem could seem so...pretty.

I like it.

A bunch.

I would say alot.

But I don't know whether to say alot or a lot.

I don't think either would apply.

I need Jessica to correct me...


Anyway...

I love this.