The Monster
My heart ached dull and wallowing
Like an itch that won’t go away
I feel hollow and carved out
Like a piece of me is missing
My spindly fingers
And my gaunt and desperate eyes
Search through the dark
Like a starving creature
I swallow your praises
Guzzle your compliments
Feed the monster
And look for more
I’ll never be content
It will only last for a second
And disappear in the wind
Like an autumn leaf whisked away
When the snow falls
Copyright © Emily Busemeyer | Year Posted 2023
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