2 days and counting ( a bad but true poem )-Day 74 of the steemitschool 100 day writing challenge by @d-pend
When one runs on empty/ runs on fumes / quite literally/ things come into perspective/ Hunger clarifies / it brings out your baseline self/ You see who you really love/ who is worth the effort / the pain of moving a hungry corpse posing as body/ Hunger is pain / it washes away all dignity /ends all hope / it might even stop your heart if you have one …
(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme) 
art courtesy of @PegasusPhysics
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Poetry doesn't needs scientific precision, just musicality (rhythms) in a bid to create something both human and humane.
This poem draws attention to the multiple semantic affordances of poetic engagements by serializing lines, which explore mental illness of the abuser of the hunger (corpse).
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