"Starve" - A Free-Verse Poem

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spinning on a tilted axis

cold air sweeps
my trembling skin
spasms

i exude rattled breath
and tears brim
my eyes

tight across my skeleton
stomach grovels
as I do
crying out
for sustenance

lying under a scattering
of stars
darkness
next to a weak fire

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