Ink and Hunger

by Xaque   Jan 29, 2025


we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity
of a single gas lamp.

there were eyes on us
scattered in the dark
furious with hunger

and we ignored them because
our hurt stirred
and we had our own desperation. it blurred

in this dimness,
and we scraped up
bloody red berry scraps

to gnash with our teeth
because we are like most,
coasting through obscurity.

moved by the uninspired
humdrum of
roasted plumbs,

we drew ink
and poured out these raw,
peaceful epitaphs

and repeated them and repeated them
until they left a rash,
and that's when we knew.

the fruit of our famine
dilutes the hues. so tonight
it's cheerless blueberry

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