Starving Last Summer
They still talk about it on endless nights when the moon is the only thing that's outside, its craters like eyeless sockets reminding them, ever reminding them, that once the worms infested like children at an ice cream truck, that once the worms roamed their bellies like maggots on the dead or gone, that they were once hungry like you, hungry like me, hungry like blood-gushing hermits yearning for the love they never had. Will the pangs ever go away? They joke about it now, how their futures had collapsed around them, smothering them in their own shadows and the shadows yet to come. They laugh over their Jack Daniels' and Jim Beams'. Hey, do you remember, do you remember, starving last summer?I wrote this last summer when I was going through a Donner party phase. I know I was never a NoRmAl child...but I was trying to think of what one would do with their life after surviving something like that. It kind of got mixed in with my experiences though and the end product is that you can't even see the Donner influence anymore. Oh well. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 11:49 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"They still talk about it on endless nights..."