I just ate a packet of biscuits,
Salty crackers.
(You Scotch Fingers- Will be next!).
Two apples already today
And a coffee,
While I can still stomach it.
To my dismay I found the cornflakes
had all run out
Neglected Weetbix to the rescue.
And then cordial weakened
To a sunrise sheen of palest orange.
If you have had the spark of life,
The tiny beating heart,
The sharp tendril of conception,
Implant upon your womb,
Perhaps
You know the hunger
That can eat your heart out.
Making you empty and overfull
All at once.
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