Gut Check
Sitting silent
Makes me hungry
As I stare
At hope awhile
But the blank page
Beyond hoping
Calls my innards
To defile
Because I’d rather
Spill than eat
Your shit
It’s filled me rank
For way too long
I chewed and gagged
And choked it down
But it’s been
Deadly to belong
So I choose
Evacuation
Either by heaving
Or entrails
I’ll stay starving
In my stillness
Before I gorge
Your crap
Again
-me
sometimesihatemycat 