Miss Poem by Charlotte Anna Witts

A desperate hunger clawing its way into the soul,
Tearing vigorously at the essence of all sanity,
Shuddering those shoulders into the finest specimen of vibration,
And releasing only to fill its lungs once again with the air of my despair.
An underestimated addiction: only an empty word
In a planet of suggestion that no other creature may share,
Only regard when it silently pours forth over succulently naked humanity.
To exchange all decision and indecision for everything lost.