Brookestiehl

The starvation of my mind and body

I stabbed it,

I grabbed her by her face

And looked at her deep brown vacant eyes

And told her that this is competition,

Hunger is the goal.

And with competition comes supernatural expectations

Burdens and fanciful standards

Not only for yourself, but for the people around you.

Vacancy is competition for yourself and her,

And her, and her, and him, and them.

Let it die, I told her.

You’ll never win.