when they leave,
I will go digging for food;
I starve,
by my own accord
by my own self-loathing
I am accustomed to digging
(we all are)
self-nurture
(what else can we give up?)
my fingers are being pulled
through the dirt.
You know, I just read a book, called Haunted, which I really liked. And this very nicely made me remember why. Just the casual, conversational approach to how we often go out of our way to hurt ourselves. Wonderful work.
