As cliché as it seems, being hungry is like having your guts
knotted and squeezed without any mercy.
You lurch but there is nothing that comes out because your
stomach is telling you it wants substance
In a very twisted and contradicting way. The rumbling sounds fill your head as you lay
quietly motionless blurring your existence or making it more real by reminding
you that for as long as you are alive you need food, and for as long as you
exist you will feel pain. You may twist and turn your body to the side or on your belly but your stomach will prevail
in its message not stopping until it is satiated.
On your 3rd day of suffering, your stomach swells
from skinny to fat becoming a container of your truest burdens and turning you
into merely a wisp of your former self. But
though you are but a wisp, your stomach will be full of emotional hatred and
physical emptiness that if you survive, the pain is bound to scar you if you
survive.
If at some point you have crossed the line of no
return. You and your stomach will come
to the ultimate realization, that pain is as real as your soul and that death—sweet
rest—is desirable to your life.
