Ribbons of hunger, ripple through my bones. More pain and fury, than I have ever know. Eyes of fire, that blaze with red. "You're too skinny," reverberates through my head. Anger pulses, a thrashing current in my veins. Eyes drip with tears, that wail their names. My stomach screams, like the churning of the sea, crashing with waves of worry, that ruin and wreck me. My eyes pool, streaming rivers of rage. My body is gnarled, a trapping cage. Hunger hurts, a mix of pleasure and pain. People beg, but they do so in vain. During my childhood, hard times came, where envy, scrutiny, and denial reigned. Now I'm trying to help myself, to leave that disease for the dead, because I now realize, it was all in my head. Hello Writers! It's the National Poetry Writing Month. We want you all to express your erotic thoughts. We would be giving you simple word prompts everyday to help you write. Participate in this challenge. Day 12 ~ Screams of Pleasure Use the hashtag #MnMpleasure to discover your quotes.
