Annette Dortilus

(11/03/1994 / Haiti)

Hunger Has Me

In ita grasp.

My tongue
Never yearned
Nor desired for
A drop of water.

My nose never
Sought to be near
Simmering meat
nor flours dressed
In sweetness.

But now
With no soul
to be found.
My tongue drowns,
My nose searches,
My hands need.

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