Do you have the hunger? How do you starve?
I first had the hunger at thirteen years old. A friend lay beside me, her heart beating slow in her chest. An organ so wet, so vital, but I couldn't touch it. It made her relax around me. It made her.
I starve with my breath held and my body hanging upside down, the world within me rushing to my brain. I imagine someone squeezing me and all my bad decisions to the top of my brain, and slicing it all clean off. What would that make me?

















