Here’s another poem that I wrote while I was wwoofing in Ireland, feedback is always welcome!
I’m so hungry
The empty hole in my stomach gets bigger and bigger by the second
leaving room for a starving swallow to create her nest.
Carrying wood and sticks
she carefully wraps their fingers together,
creating a maze of leaves that the bugs are drawn to.
The dirt begins to pile on my chest as the drilling starts.
Giant stacks of blood red earth grow larger every second,
burying me in my bed.
My body is shaken by the vibrating worms
as their hunger rakes through my limbs,
picking out every living cell and consuming it whole.
The starvation continues,
making me feel weak and helpless.
Thoughts of delicious creations run through my distorted mind
until the bugs dig in and make it rot.
I’m so hungry my toes and fingers are screaming with need.
Anything to stop the pain of a thousand drilling organisms
that are ravaging my body.
Food never comes.
Not until the morning bird crows and awakes the sleepy eyes.
By then it’s too late.
The crawling spiders
and biting mosquitoes have sucked me dry
so my cheeks are hollow,
and my lips are chapped.
The hunger has torn me apart,
and not even a piece of wonder bread can bring me back.
© Autumn Micketti
Autumn Micketti 