Hunger

I'm sick

I can't eat anything strong

So I won't I don't 

I don't eat 

I'm not allowed to eat what I can

So I won't so I don't 

Instead I dream 

I boil the water and steep the leaves

I hold the cup tight it burns my hands but I don't feel

Or I don't care I can't tell the difference anymore 

When the warmth fades I tip the cup

But no satisfaction comes

Only look not a drop 

I watch as the thing that once gave me calm council hope happiness flows down the drain trapped in an unending spiral downwards now washing what it once gave me away with it what's left is the bitter smell of things lost my family calls me to eat but I tell them I'm not hungry they can tell I'm lying but they know I won't answer she scolds me for the weight I lose but I don't care I finished trying, I take  my blows stand and wait for another, freedom is a lie we enslave ourselves to one another 

We are 

Chained 

To  

The  

very 

last 

drop .